We have no future
heaven wasn't made for me,
we burn ourselves to hell
as fast as it can be
and I wish that I could be the king
then I'd know that I am not alone.
Maggots put on shirts
sell each others shit,
sometimes I feel so worthless
sometimes I feel discarded
I wish that I was good enough
then I'd know that I am not alone.
Death is policeman
Death is the priest
Death is the stereo
Death is a TV
Death is the Tarot
Death is an angel and
Death is our God
Killing us all...
She put the seeds in me
plant this dying tree,
she's a burning string
and I'm just the ashes!
She put the seeds in me
plant this dying tree,
she's a burning string
and I'm just the ashes.
quinta-feira, novembro 18, 2010
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