Galatea V.:
Oh, come to me and I will be your doll.
Galatea V.:
Dead boats society.
Galatea V.:
I am not sick. I am broken.
Galatea V.:
My s(h)elf!
Galatea V.:
Panic attack
Galatea V.:
Days to come and days gone
Galatea V.:
Serial killer under the moon.
Galatea V.:
Zero.
Galatea V.:
The black tulle
Galatea V.:
La tortura or I miss you
Galatea V.:
Anti-hero
Galatea V.:
Maybe I always knew my fragile dreams would be broken for you.
Galatea V.:
Anchor on land or Taste of past in the mouth