Sutured contusion
Beyond the anthills of the dawning of this plague
Said I've lost my way
Even if this cul de sac did pay
To reach inside a vault whatever be the cost
Sterling clear
Blackened ice
When they drag the lake there's nothing left at all
viernes, 3 de diciembre de 2010
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