April
Sunday 1 March 2009 photo 1/2
|
And the rain will kill us all.
We Throw ourselves against the wall.
But no-one else can see.
The preservation of the martyr in me.
I did my time, and I want out!
So effusive-fade!
It doesn't cut, this soul is not so vibrant.
The reckoning, the sickening.
Packaging subversion.
Pseudo-sacrosanct perversion.
Go drill your deserts, go dig your graves!
Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save.
Sinking in, getting smaller again.
I´m done! It has begun, I'm not the only one!
And the rain will kill us all.
We Throw ourselves against the wall.
But no-one else can see.
The preservation of the martyr in me.
And the rain will kill us all.
We Throw ourselves against the wall.
But no-one else can see.
The preservation of the martyr in me.
So effusive-fade!
It doesn't cut, this soul is not so vibrant.
The reckoning, the sickening.
Packaging subversion.
Pseudo-sacrosanct perversion.
Go drill your deserts, go dig your graves!
Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save.
Sinking in, getting smaller again.
I´m done! It has begun, I'm not the only one!
And the rain will kill us all.
We Throw ourselves against the wall.
But no-one else can see.
The preservation of the martyr in me.
Annons
Visa toppen
Show footer