I the poppy
Grow in the field
I **** of profit
By law
A good harvest yeilds
So much for so many
I will take you to the wall
Ride the dragon
Once is for kicks
Can't do any harm
Buy me,sell you,live it up
Oh, now you stick needles in your arm
Reasons, needles
In a life that burns
Conscience will not fit
Play hound my friend
When backs are turned
and feed the need with it
The evil without
Is now the evil within
This has always been the plan
I will never let go
Though you rage
And you shout
You never were much of a man. Hy
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 1:59 PM UTC
I the poppy
Grow in the field
I **** of profit
By law
A good harvest yeilds
So much for so many
I will take you to the wall
Ride the dragon
Once is for kicks
Can't do any harm
Buy me,sell you,live it up
Oh, now you stick needles in your arm
Reasons, needles
In a life that burns
Conscience will not fit
Play hound my friend
When backs are turned
and feed the need with it
The evil without
Is now the evil within
This has always been the plan
I will never let go
Though you rage
And you shout
You never were much of a man. Hy
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