Eternal Oddball Faye Wang

The curve of your sinking foot

Blue nails in liquid screen

The dream is real she is real

When you wake up from your life

Everything you lived upon and leaned on

Your name and your voice, they're only substantial for me

I created you, I create it all, all, all the time

Tighten the cable links

Pull it off when I make you an offer

Off her you slump, the sound of sadness

My loneliness

Speak to me differently

Display what i never see

Be the one I can't ask you to be

Or I drift aside

Short Hope no air left

My fourth age is of rage

Ongoing chapter of doubt
The last horse is a green