segunda-feira, 30 de novembro de 2009

Where you want to reach?

What i did?
What i did?
With this death living inside me?
Drinking it's poisons.
Joking to survive.
I don't care no more else about my live.

Like a clockwise without hour now.
Like a reading disk reding it's face down.
Like a ever feeling without any song.
Like me.
Like you.
Like us without our better songs.

What i feel?
What i feel?
When i saw rounded by worst evil.
Playing with live.
Playing with death.
I am neveer give over the first step.
I was tired, i was stoped, i am losing again my border line.

Like a skye without the stars as one.
Like a litle prayer ith the truth as won.
Like i sigle bell calling every one.
Preapare your live cause iam runnig out!
Runing out!
Running alone.

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