IN CONVERSATION: Tim Desbos of Calligram
Respira il fuoco sacro che arde lento tra le mie membra.
Respira il fuoco sacro che arde lento tra le mie membra.
Leeches always want the most but taking too much will kill the host.
I’ve run all around my head, all around my head
.
Executioner, judge and jury.
You can’t erase our existence.
Touch the razors edge and see the skin waiver.
Listen to my violent art.
Eyes of God look down upon me.
So I can just for once be at peace and fit in my own skin.