Peaches are an analogy of life, it can be colored and bright, or it can be black and white. The brush is in your hands
You look in the mirror, but apart from yourself you will see the city because it is me
I came to you with greetings to tell you that the sun has risen
A head with many eyes looks at you and wants to eat you
Faceless Diablo will be able to show you his face when you immerse yourself in a dark fantasy, his world
And in turnips and with you would not have been expelled in you I 'm not flying