100 - Vinyl Williams

Master of lunacy

Create all honesty

I’m not on your side

Ask of me, do with me

Place my inner demons

Take them away from me

Lay your hand on my head

Conjure the spirit world, let me run

Feed on your certainty and all of my memories, deep inside

Mask all reality, narrow diversity, underneath my skin

Beyond confusion, I’m not your son, let me run

Lef’nei shanim zeh haya midbar.

(Years ago this was a desert)