Mozzart - White Paths

The swings’ squeak hurts your ears again, so nerve. Be ready to feel the withdrawal pains. White paths of powder is the only course to adopt. The hear spreads on a body - You know what it means. How hands shaked with prelude of Artificial paradise. Your engagement is broken off, Your dreams were compromised. He was all ears. The adventures turns into tests. The Devil’s desire knows how to effect On the opposite part of your life. You took their words in a bad sense, so naive. Now suffer through only you