martes, agosto 14, 2007

Pastichio

Let roar these fears,to the whore of my tears
I will swallow poison, until I grow immune
Be my reminder here that I am not alone in
Fantastic expectations, amazing revelations
Floating high above the trees one night
Whilst you conquer more orifices
It's been seven hours and fifteen days
You got the right shoes, to get you through the night
The deepest wound is hidden
Thinner into the air
The price of loving life, does not come cheap.

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