7 November 2010
"You're tied to a chair with a gun at your headYour face is all smeared with the blood that's been shedYou were gonna be richNow you're gonna be deadAnd all that glitters turns to lead"
"Following you and your promised guarentees Free to choose as long as I live your dreams You say my own weight could never be carried I'll agree to disagree, I can't believe that you are that naive"
"Promises and wishes all mean nothing When it's me that I'm speaking to Wanting something Won't mean I will see it through I don't need to see these visions to remind me That I'm dying from the insid
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