selfexpression on the way to selfdestruction, in paradise, whee fear lurks around...
it smells like desolation, selfexpression on the way to temple of the white god, for everyday dose of sin, during
whole life, on the solid foundations built, fed by filth and leftovers
– your hope for a better world.
Track Name: White Flood
you will find her, or she will find you. story of love, which haven´t started yet, but you will end soon. neverending waiting for final solution. everyday dying back to life. black truth or white lie, you realize, in the burning furnace of street on the blind road to past, that there is no next time. just everyday routine of travelling through white wasteland.