bugsuperstar: I’m pushing an elephant up the stairs.
bugsuperstar: On a cob web afternoon, In a room full of emptiness.
bugsuperstar: The cost of my desire... Sleep Now In The Fire.
bugsuperstar: Beware, all those angels with their wings glued on.
bugsuperstar: The castle's crumbled and you're left with just a name.
bugsuperstar: A family of trees wanting to be haunted.
bugsuperstar: Shadows settle on the place that you left. Our minds are troubled by the emptiness.
bugsuperstar: If families didn’t break apart. I suppose there’d be no need for art.