viernes, 11 de junio de 2010

Dia de tormenta

How good it feels for me
You smell great disease
Cause we're young
Fell in from the stars
When your skin is shead
And a pile of your heads
Now then, ill look so smart

Stove burns on my hands
Show them to my friends
Make you participate
Eyes roll back around
When skulls hit the ground
Visions of the hosiery

I'm suppose to interfere
I'm coming from your fears
When they wander into their cage
Sew their arms and thighs
And their rubber covered eyes
Their skin will never age

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