Paroles de Park Days

Sitting on that bench In the garden of ice Dissolving blank feelings In the talk with the devil Hidden by trees Undressed unleashed Risk more than death A gash to escape Fall in Park on a dead land Dark hand The castle watched the smiles Ephemeral but intense Everyday going there To face gods with no care Fall in Park on a dead land Dark hand Fear and chaos Poetry and instinct Sliding losing senses Exploring Stranger ways Losing sliding out of the land