Deaf lights filling us with holes, neither karma nor higher levels, a taste of iron in your cheek, spit that filth that made you seek inner truths with your fists. Insanity prevails and madness stays the same... Fill it comin' round and round and round and round Breathe it on the inside till you bleed and you will see how peace has vanished.
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At 10:05 PM,
Cronos said…
Deaf lights filling us with holes,
neither karma nor higher levels,
a taste of iron in your cheek,
spit that filth that made you seek
inner truths with your fists.
Insanity prevails and madness stays the same...
Fill it comin' round and round and round and round
Breathe it on the inside till you bleed and you will see how peace has vanished.
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