Big F up
Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device, so please excuse any typo’s made with my man-size fingers on the teeny weeny keyboard
Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device, so please excuse any typo’s made with my man-size fingers on the teeny weeny keyboard
You know who u are!
Yes its you.
And your friend
And that girl I met that one late nite
And that cousin of yours.
But mostly its you.
1. Paris in the summertime
2. See one of my top 5 bands Live.
3. Buy more property with a view
4. More meaningful sex. More and more meaningful 🙂
5. Trust more.
6. Smoke in moderation.
7. Write more blogs and post less crap.
8. Leave work if bored.
I did my time and I want out, so abusive
Fate, it doesn’t cut, the soul is not so vibrant
The reckoning, the sickening
Back at you, subversion, pseudo-sacred, pyscho virgin
Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save
Sinking in, getting smaller again
Undone, it has begun, I’m not the only one And the rain will kill us all
If we throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial Oh, there are cracks in the road we lay
From when the devil fell, the secrets have gone mad
This is nothing new but would we kill it all
Fate was all we had Who needs another mess, we could start over
Just look me in the eyes and say I’m wrong
Now there’s only emptiness but I’m missing something
I think we’re done, I’m not the only one And the rain will kill us all
If we throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead! Fake and defenseless lie
(Psychosocial)
I tried to tell you first
(Psychosocial)
Your hurtful lies are giving out
(Psychosocial) Can’t stop the killing
(Psychosocial)
I can’t help if it’s hunting season
(Psychosocial)
Is this what you want?
(Psychosocial)
I’m not the only one And the rain will kill us all
If we throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me And the rain will kill us all
If we throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
Funny!
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