Description
“You just want to strip me
Off of who I am,
Divide me into pieces,
And then you can’t decide
What it is you want –
A heart, a mind, a fuck.
If it’s all the same to you,
I’ll choose instead.
It’s a close race, close race.
You’re pushing the buttons now as fast as you can.
Close race, close race.
But now it’s time to understand
And leave you, leave you
Stranded here,
A pilot with no plane.
My parachute will open
While yours will fail,
And it doesn’t really matter
If your crash-helmet is on.
I’ll just light another
Of your cigarettes
And the ghosts that haunt this house
Will slowly fade away.
It’s a close race, close race.
You’re pushing the buttons now as fast as you can.
Close race, close race.
But now it’s time to understand
And leave you, leave you
Stranded here,
A pilot with no plane.
A pilot, a pilot,
A pilot, a pilot,
A pilot, a pilot with no plane.”
[ Pilot – Kari Rueslåtten ]
More from the aftermath of Guilt with MarkTurtoo . Sagrado has this beautiful white stone dam structure which looks even better in gloomy, misty, wintery weather, and we took full advantage of it for a quick session. Fashion, but make it gloomy and gritty!
Photo, concept, editing: GothicNarcissus Photography
Model, styling, grooming: Mark Turtoo