Backup II

The landcome Lighting, the struggle is timelink, Outcoming of the shores are lying, could you stay a little bit away from dying?

Awesome mixture or candylines of sorrow, the extremists are taking down the hole, but no-one its listening, The clouds are always drifting and the rain is now eternal.
Exposures her bodytrembling, Heaven doors are uncontrolling chaos, That luna its black and superficial, and the birds are soloing his chants of hype.