torsdag 15 april 2010

om två veckor mina vänner, då sitter jag och dricker bira vid ett trumset

"I'm gonna suture up my future,
I ain't jaded, I just hate it.
See, I've been down to long,
it's kinda hard to explain.
Done and buried all I carried.
All my evil is through a needle,
as it pull through the eye.
What was and what will are now gone"

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