Женя Решетов

I was once a boy, till I cut my penis off... Sons of the silent age Stand on platforms blank looks and note books Sit in back rows of city limits Lay in bed coming and going on easy terms Sons of the silent age Pace their rooms like a cell’s dimensions Rise for a year or two then make war Search through their one inch thoughts Then decide it couldn’t be done Sons of the silent age Listen to tracks by sam therapy and king dice Sons of the silent age Pick up in bars and cry only once Sons of the silent age Make love only once but dream and dream Don’t walk, they just glide in and out of life They never die, they just go to sleep one day