June
Tuesday 2 October 2007 photo 1/1
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Yeah, here we go for the hundredth time. Handgranade pins in every line, throw´em up and let something shine. Going out in my fuckin mind. Filthy mouth, no excuse. Find a new place to hang this noose. String me up from atop these roofs. Knot it tight so it won't get loose. Truth is you can stop and stare. Bled myself out and no one cares. Dug the trench out, laid down there. With a shovel up out of reach somewhere. Yeah, someone pour it in. Make it a dirt dance floor again. Say your prayers and stomp it out. When they bring that chorus in. I bleed It out, diggin deeper just to throw it away................!!!
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