Mountains Biffy Clyro Chords

THE ESCAPE OF GAIA

"Forget ... Forget ...".
That voice dry, flat, insistent, like raindrops falling on slow and inexorable that a metal plate saturate the air with metallic echoes.
"Run Run now ...." The neon
fleeing, inhuman and high on the head, while the narrow alley seems never to end. The heat and humidity are material entities and palpable, that burn the throat and lungs on fire, preventing even breathing, like that ancient and vengeful, angry, affect humans and the earth with their anger. One reason to stop running. Mille to continue. The head of Gaia is a kaleidoscope of emotions and feelings, most artificial jovaina that generates through its neural network. The dose should not be so massive, but something had gone wrong. Perhaps the miracle had cut too much stuff and now she was the victim in this. There is never to trust those dealers from 8-9 years old with my eyes because of the abuse of jovaina, but they are the only ones to have it. Law of the market. Gaia run and never look back, before my eyes and still some way street, color, air taxis waiting for customers and teams of 'urban' patrolling the streets in search of bounty or outcasts abandoned on the street stoned and unable to escape their torture.
"Who cares of the outcast?".
was the response of the city to people asking them why so much anger. Violence is in human nature ever, a thirst for blood that no one will ever pay off.
"It 's just a game, baby."
So the father said, holding his knees. But he knew that was not true. He had always known. Even now, the only clear thinking that Gaia had was that nothing is a game.
"Run Run ...". child ...
The floor of the station's advertising reflected the holograms D-COKE. "Yes, sir, only 0.00001 calories per liter with the brand new and unique synthesis of nucleic D-SUGAR. Keep out of reach of children."
Gaia was already on the conveyor belt when he realized that he was heading home. But his house no longer existed. No longer existed. Only colors that are too intense and ripping the silence deafening sounds similar to the screams of victims of the most unknown and savage torture. How to invest in an avalanche is found on the ground, crushed by the wave of return caused by neural stuff.
"Stop now Dad '."
But it would not have stopped if Jimmy had not intervened. And that was with him was the only time she remembered she was happy to be alive. The tape continues to bring to the sites of transport as she struggled against his own senses trying to get up. The race and the tears had helped his body to metabolize jovaina and now, slowly, Gaia was regaining control of his nervous system.
"You pretend to be normal, joy." So he had
the director said. He had agreed to make a holo-core need of money, but had not said that after having padded the drug would be asked to have sex with one of those mutants, generated by some kind of radiation.
"Hey babe! E 'market that asks, what do you think? And then I do not see why so many stories ... two birds, the mica flakes." The tape had come
carriers quickly and she had no idea where to go. After the death of Jimmy, the insurance they had sent away from their bi-niche leaving her in the street. All I had was dirty and ragged clothes he wore and a few credits for a final journey. That was the only robotic dell'addetto gentle voice that he felt for days.
"Good evening, destination, please." The
staring and smiling automaton reflected the changing colors of the irises of her.
"Only 99 credits and you also have the look of the stars."
were part of the kit of the tube actress ol-core.
"I ... I ... I do not know ... I think ... I'll be back on the set ...".
In the silence of the station, in the wake of the latest jovaina hallucinations, Gaia saw the car smile, he understood. Slow and heavy, tears ran again on her face takes away what was left of the trick. Then, smiling, walked up to the bust of metal or plastic and kissed him tenderly. And as she walked away, one of his tears lingered, slipping plane along il volto scolpito dell'automa.