clear sound of panic,
give a word you'll never
sink like Titanic,
cause I'm not your server.
can you say in the night
simple words of murder?
I'm not gonna fight,
supposing a new order.
black skin on your shoulders,
give it to me, I'll smell
where your princess murders,
is she running to hell?
give your eyes and cry,
so salty water and madness,
sweeping your tears I'll die,
while you're listening to greatness.
shout till your organs burn,
grab his feet again,
love and friendship always gone,
but I can't help missing them.
don t go
© Copyright: Дхармасоул, 2008
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