Monday 17 December 2007 photo 5/7
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So are we alive? as these boundaries sit tight like the sky over us. Lets make the end of this on a sinking ship at night. Colors might kill, ive heard it before. Please call an ambulance to the local scene. What kept us waiting for this, wasting wittered times. Excuse indifference, i feel so sick of routine stories... Id put them all to sleep. Half awake and i cant forget that. It´s barely breathing clearly. Lets drink to this demise. This is the music industry. Patiently practicing suicide. So we´re moving on, lets get things done, im reaching out to everyone, we´re moving on, lets get things done, we´re moving on. The chorus will be singing me to sleep. Brake these boundaries, cut the cord to common chords. Raise this burning flag (alarm, alarm) Yeah raise the flag.
Annons