And you put on your headphones
And you step into the zone when you're
On drugs
But the world don't care
If you are or are not there
There was a million things you want
Oh just imagine what they'll think
When they see me lead you on
And I'll be loosing sleep
So the road it was carved from nothing
Never sold yourself away
You can be ghost in my hall
“Start copying [what] you love. Copy copy copy copy. At the end of [the] copy you will find your self.” — Designer Yohji Yamamoto