joi, iulie 01, 2010

Shut Down

Man rules over bugs, but bugs will rule over dead man’s chest. November like air doesn’t entertain.
I’m self medicating, self wondering, selfish with my wonder ring. As i fathomed the haze, i found myself restrained from thoughts i never thought i couldn’t have.

I learned to deny rebellion and still be an outcast;
You just make sure you won’t be out last.
The whole magic goes to shit,
When the bullet’s deep, push it!
It’s for my sake, i’m feeling ill, blue.
I need a break, your spine will do.

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