03. Dead Leaves

Album: ZICO on the Block 1.5

Release Date: October 17th, 2012

Unidentifiable time and space

Hands and feet that seem to float in midair
Communion between reason and instinct
Drift into deep chaos then return again

I stumble with a thud as I show my faults
You can’t tighten a screw to my ankle
As I calmly pretend that I’m alright, my body becomes frightening
My flesh hardened from emotions must have been cut, my chest feels numb

Damn, though I swallow pills, though I take 100 steps
It won’t past, it keeps rewinding
Don’t call, I won’t pick up
The fog will disappear but the moon is already covered
The me inside the mirror is like a monster, my head feels like it’ll explode
The truth became fiction, I’m lying as expected
Put makeup on my