I Don´t Know Testo

In a darkened room with no trace of time, he cannot persue his dream. With a trembling hand he gets into play with a flash it hits the screen. Video fever takes him over video takes him through his day. He is a man with no opinion video tells him what to say. Like a silver cloud on a empty shell colour rains around his head and the shades are drawn as the night goes on. He can not go back to bed.