Stigmata
by Burial Fatih· from A Perfect Place
Wait. Let me speak. I don't believe. I dont't belong. No. There's nothing above the sun. My eyes only see the light coming from the electric bulb. So keep out of my life now. Don't try to preach to me. Savings will save my soul. I just need my daily paper now. Dow Jones hold my anchor. I'm just worried about time ( A stigmata ). Time is profit not a gift ( On my grands ). Profit is my religion ( A stigmata ). Is there something above this ? ( On my grands ). I need time. I rely on what I own to give meaning to my existence. I trust those values that I've been shown. I've lost any faith in Futur tense.