January
February 2011
A warning to the prophet, the liar, the honest this is war O, to the leader, the pariah, the victim, the messiah This is war.
Can you imagine a time when the truth ran free? The birth of a song and the death of a dream Closer to the edge...
a small step for man, a giant leap for humankind. Be modest =)
Every me and every you
Its gonna be a bumpy ride
The walls start breathing My mind's unweaving Maybe it's best you leave me alone?
I should know Who I am by now I walk And think of water and I remember the sound of your november downtown And I remember the truth of a warm December with you
it's a cold, cold world.
Somehow, too far can be so close
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