January 2011
2010:s sista holy moment, nu är det dags för ett nytt åt. Men när vaknar man? 13.38. Det verkar som att det kommer bli ett rätt så failat år.
We wear our scarves just like a noose But not 'cause we want eternal sleep And though our parts are slightly used New ones are slave labor you can keep
In a little while I'll be gone The moment's already passed Yeah it's gone And I'm not here This isn't happening I'm not here