I can't tell if I'm strange
or make my words
rearrange|When I'm
living in the night
We shall become joyfully
in this blasphemy full of
hippocracy| this time
is not your future
just the beginning
Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 11:24 AM UTC
I can't tell if I'm strange
or make my words
rearrange|When I'm
living in the night
We shall become joyfully
in this blasphemy full of
hippocracy| this time
is not your future
just the beginning
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