in the dark underrground
we waits for that ssound
that telss uss we are freee
to roam the worrld
and kissss thee
the kisss of death
mumble me
underr the bleeding trruth of a blisss
neverr to prretend
otherrwisse
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
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