January
27 February 2010
Feeling pressure from the fold He believes the dream is over Drained blue eye, scorching fire The whole meaning becomes undone We're out of focus, we've lost control I blame our ego and you all call
And so I hear my voice again The tale of the bitter man, here I am Shake the silence and hear what it says The tranquil pride that become the lie Oh, sell me the infection, it is only for the weak No
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