gods made of clay.symbols of your decadence
lotsa things for tomorrow,but today never ends
where´s my empire and my happiness?
strenght enough to kill a fly and swallow my pills
wings made of iron.it´s hard to breath alone
sore eyes see no future,sore eyes see no hope
stolen kisses from a dead beuatiful porn star...
terça-feira, 14 de julho de 2009
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