Woorden:
Opera Hand In Hand

short hand operation. my body lays exposed on the operating table. one blind eye pulled from the stems. the other frantically recalls memories like news

edge. I close my eyes and . . . . my luck keeps holding strong, even when the boot comes down. Waiting for the revolution but there?s no one around except the . . . hands

you've punished me with imagination and fear. you've inspired me throughout all these years. don't leave now, don't go away. the brilliant shining through

right now i got it out now. i gotta get it out right now. something inside my soul is trying to get through. i'll let it out if you can gaze beneath

there's no reason to do just what you say. all i fought comes round ten times my way. strange looking sequence, i'm falling apart today. carrying over

revisiting former frames of mine. i've had nothing less responsible than this. cash hand, back hand, slap in the face. i want something more real. surrealistic

short hand operation. my body lays exposed on the operating table. one blind eye pulled from the stems. the other frantically recalls memories like news

develop a taste for portrayal. see there is a need and see that the need is met. grasp that there is a hope and find hope to begin again. look through

the edge. I close my eyes and . . . . my luck keeps holding strong, even when the boot comes down. Waiting for the revolution but there?s no one around except the . . . hands