Thursday, July 14, 2005

He worries no more than he necessarily needs to fill his void
As big as space never ending thrill
He meets his will by choosing hate
?Why choosing
?Need us to smile too
Alright
Struggling to prevail
foretaste
the aftermath
Which will be black, as black as waste
We'll throw in an extra dance for just a little over 5 pence
?Need us to smile too
You'll turn our limo into a hearse
Weighing just enough to run it over your curse
?Need us to smile too
You lie, you lie, you lie
I believe



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