Run bitch, run

Running through millions
of years of history,
Running in a book store!
Running in a music box!
They all rule my mind.

I find myself in a stragesr land
The feeling inside it´s nothig but
pure schizophrenya.
I am loud and everything around me
are colors.

It´s not the drugs that get me high man,
it´s where I stand, it´s the solid
lonliness that my spirit belongs to.
It´s the mass of air
that makes my hair flows into the air...

Mystic lives, why did I ever listend
to that Argentinian witch that told me
I was no color but blue?
I see red red red red red red...

Rage in explosions
sounds of I love you´s
Embraces of souls
everything belongs to the air

I can´t pretend no more
I am in this mess that is
technicolor.
I´ve been changins skins
and today I am roses
I have roses all over my body

Am I dead?
I hope so