behind my pupils

It will take over minutes of 2

instead of waiting, do what eik has to do

ezgif.com-optimize (12).gif
30 (1).gif

after this detour

scroll down for more

export (1)-min.png
compressed

press play

Skærmbillede 2018-11-15 kl. 17.04.32.png
Skærmbillede 2018-11-15 kl. 17.04.32.png

scroll

compressed
compressed
compressed
compressed
compressed
compressed
compressed
compressed
compressed
compressed
compressed
compressed
compressed
compressed
compressed
compressed
compressed

du var så smuk som en rose

midt i den lyse vår

jeg var som i konstant narkose

elskede dig med hud og hår

i am sitting here in my room

i am home alone of doom

i know you think it's possible

when the people is crying for me

yeah, the people's crying for me

the people's crying for me

oh yeah

posted-not-with-pin-md.png
posted-not-with-pin-md.png

note from

webdesigner:

you can stay

here for

10 seconds...

you flicker behind my pupils

we flicker behind my pupils

it's us that flicker behind my 

 

                  pupils

Skærmbillede 2019-01-18 kl. 20.56.50-min
Skærmbillede 2019-01-18 kl. 20.53.50-min
Skærmbillede 2019-01-18 kl. 20.57.30-min

behind my bottomless pupils

the future flickers in the sky​

behind my bottomless pupils

your eyes flicker in the night

is it good to be alone?

hold on to me

is it good to be alone?

hold on to me

is it good to be alone?

it's your call, huh?

hold on to me

pretty eyes I will not stop

pretty eyes

pretty eyes I will not stop

pretty eyes I will not stop

posted-not-with-pin-md.png

WD:

stay here for

 10 seconds...

i will soon jump

father I have thought about it

mother i have cried about it

i and brother i wish we

wish we..

jeg er for træt til det 

                                 jeg får sgu ikke gejsten i aften.

 

min mave er færdig,

min krop er færdig,

min hjerne er færdig

 

jeg skal sgu hjem og sove snart tror jeg,

 

jeg er ved at være træt

 

                                             … guys! i skal være med i et projekt!

nej ikke lige nu, ikke lige nu..

Tonight the moon is yellow

feel that with me!

and my eyes are rotten

by the cough

by the dreams

my spine groans my flesh

while i disappear in future                 memories

hold on

hold me

hold me

longing

hold my love

hold my love

is it good to be alone?

is it good to be alone?

is it good to be alone?

is it good to be alone?

comp7

it's your call, huh?

comp7

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

you got me waiting

is it good to be alone?

comp5

is it good to be alone?

comp5

is it good to be alone?

comp5

it's your call, huh?

Par holde hænder

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes i will not stop

pretty eyes

Riding my bike through the street

The church and I’m standing on the spire

I’m stripped of my black clothes

the pale skin of my back

Is stretching with explosive pulsating thumbs

I lean over and I fall, 

but I’ve fallen so much lately

Ride a little bit to the left

Ninth grade, warm eyes

I cry, I cry

Under the concrete sky.

Riding my bike through the street

The church and I’m standing on the spire

I’m stripped of my black clothes

the pale skin of my back

Is stretching with explosive pulsating thumbs

I lean over and I fall, 

but I’ve fallen so much lately

Ride a little bit to the left

Ninth grade, warm eyes

I cry, I cry

Under the concrete sky.

Riding my bike through the street

The church and I’m standing on the spire

I’m stripped of my black clothes

the pale skin of my back

Is stretching with explosive pulsating thumbs

I lean over and I fall, 

but I’ve fallen so much lately

Ride a little bit to the left

Ninth grade, warm eyes

I cry, I cry

Under the concrete sky.

Riding my bike through the street

The church and I’m standing on the spire

I’m stripped of my black clothes

the pale skin of my back

Is stretching with explosive pulsating thumbs

I lean over and I fall, 

but I’ve fallen so much lately

Ride a little bit to the left

Ninth grade, warm eyes

I cry, I cry

Under the concrete sky.

Riding my bike through the street

The church and I’m standing on the spire

I’m stripped of my black clothes

the pale skin of my back

Is stretching with explosive pulsating thumbs

I lean over and I fall, 

but I’ve fallen so much lately

Ride a little bit to the left

Ninth grade, warm eyes

I cry, I cry

Under the concrete sky.

Riding my bike through the street

The church and I'm standing on the spire

I'm stripped of my black clothes

My pale skin of my back and chest

Is stretching with explosive pulsating thumbs

I lean over and I fall

but I have fallen so much lately

ride a little bit to the left

9th grade warm eyes

i cry, i cry

under the concrete sky

Riding my bike through the street

The church and I’m standing on the spire

I’m stripped of my black clothes

the pale skin of my back

Is stretching with explosive pulsating thumbs

I lean over and I fall, 

but I’ve fallen so much lately

Ride a little bit to the left

Ninth grade, warm eyes

I cry, I cry

Under the concrete sky.

Riding my bike through the street

The church and I’m standing on the spire

I’m stripped of my black clothes

the pale skin of my back

Is stretching with explosive pulsating thumbs

I lean over and I fall, 

but I’ve fallen so much lately

Ride a little bit to the left

Ninth grade, warm eyes

I cry, I cry

Under the concrete sky.

Riding my bike through the street

The church and I’m standing on the spire

I’m stripped of my black clothes

the pale skin of my back

Is stretching with explosive pulsating thumbs

I lean over and I fall, 

but I’ve fallen so much lately

Ride a little bit to the left

Ninth grade, warm eyes

I cry, I cry

Under the concrete sky.

Riding my bike through the street

The church and I’m standing on the spire

I’m stripped of my black clothes

the pale skin of my back

Is stretching with explosive pulsating thumbs

I lean over and I fall, 

but I’ve fallen so much lately

Ride a little bit to the left

Ninth grade, warm eyes

I cry, I cry

Under the concrete sky.

Riding my bike through the street

The church and I’m standing on the spire

I’m stripped of my black clothes

the pale skin of my back

Is stretching with explosive pulsating thumbs

I lean over and I fall, 

but I’ve fallen so much lately

Ride a little bit to the left

Ninth grade, warm eyes

I cry, I cry

Under the concrete sky.

Riding my bike through the street

The church and I'm standing on the spire

The pale skin of my back

Is stretching with explosive pulsating thumbs

I lean over and I fall

but I have fallen so much lately

ride a little bit to the left

9th grade warm eyes

i cry, i cry