segunda-feira, 27 de agosto de 2012

City Museum

There's something wrong with this place
A new born sun is free to go
But no! He prefers a solid rock of fear
In his heart, There is
A tear in my face
Say grace, for the holy weapon
A new sky has come to fall
So nature starts to call
A door of the dark palace,
Making you see, death of existence
Resist. Your soul aint young no more
A grizzly bear awakes from the sleep
Kiss me, take me to an intence trip
To see, A new moon raising
Hold on to the ground
A deathly sorrow as been found
Run around, strange kid in town
Spike in my vein, golden brown as came
A beautiful, painless,red fancy Death as come to you,
With fortune and fame. You can't live
You won't live. Life's a broken, messed up
Hacked, painfull game.
It's always the Same

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