Some say we shed light when we conceive a thought.
Every time I have to look into the mirror-
the reflection of within I have to swallow.
Olympia, you have grown old. And whilst still alive in my body-
I get this melancholic flashback of your truth.
Now I realize- you always come back to me-
Always accompanying me through my solid state of anxiety.
Reality is placed facing my destiny-
being blown right through your subconscious life of lies.
TEXT- THE FEMALE ZOO