
Through painted cheeks, skin is pale. Through painted lips, words are spoken with sighs. Through a painted face, emotion is void. His inked chest only beats with monotony as its lost passion finds only unimportance. Significance in his world lacks despite its strangeness. Where wonder should be in peculiarity, he only finds empty routines. Through painted eyes, the universe is grey. Dip-dyed dark. (Along to Bo En's album, "Pale Machine", all songs produced by so).All Rights Reserved