I’ve opened all the pores of my screwy heart
For u and for the world full of bastards
I’ve tuned up all my strings I’ve just tuned in
But u’ve just played in the key of Dm
And now is time for convoluted murder
I am killing hope that get out of order
I’m breaking up its hands but it still alive
It multiplying heads like a lern hydra
refr:
the best remedy for pain is a burning anger
saluting in a violent temper
I've been stroken by intracranial tension
it’s temporary anaesthesia
It’s easier to consider u a scoundrel
but if u know what's going on on Mondays
I'm becoming insane. mood is striped like a bee
but I can’t hate .I set it free
And now is time for convoluted murder
I am killing hope that get out of order
I’m breaking up its hands but it still alive
it multiplying heads like a lern hydra
I am fucking my guitar seeking oblivion (4 times)
Temporary anaesthesia
© Copyright: Арина Молоко, 2012
Свидетельство о публикации №112030506983
Свидетельство о публикации №112030506983
Рецензии