Death on two legs
Now on four legs
Excess of sobriety
I want to taste tachyons
They just keep coming
and coming
and coming
thoughts like a shattered mirror
7 years bad luck
Bad luck
Fickle mistresses in a ****** dawn
No more eyes
Make me blind
Cut me
Hit me
Make me bleed
Make me feel
Or don't.
I think I'm mad.
Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 1:56 PM UTC
Death on two legs
Now on four legs
Excess of sobriety
I want to taste tachyons
They just keep coming
and coming
and coming
thoughts like a shattered mirror
7 years bad luck
Bad luck
Fickle mistresses in a ****** dawn
No more eyes
Make me blind
Cut me
Hit me
Make me bleed
Make me feel
Or don't.
I think I'm mad.
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