1 March 2009
Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out Till my legs give out, cant shut my mouth. Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps... Ima rip this shit till my bone collapse.
I guess I'm Insane indeed Cause no matter what the fuck I do, you never seem happy Adapting, To stronger drugs, Larger quantities Killing my self constantlyMy eyes start to bleed The feeling of being
I won't breathe unless you breathe, Won't bleed unless you bleed. Won't be unless you be, 'Till I'm gone and I can sleep. -FAKE BLOD, FAKE ÄRR-Före: http://i40.tinypic.com/29nvx9h.jpg
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