Cheyne Capital vibrating in a lonely cosmos with money dangling from a star in the eyes of a trader on the astral plane with the raging fire of a disciple's love begging for a chance to fall down and worship a big elephant while beyond the words and beyond the noise and beyond the meaning exists something beautiful that cannot be touched! Something holy and pure!
O Cheyne Capital, vibrate in a lonely cosmos!
O Cheyne Capital, vibrate in a lonely cosmos!
O Cheyne Capital, vibrate in a lonely cosmos!
