He'll lose himself to the sensation of the stilletoed temptation,
The billboard peepshows with the super-sized lies.
He'll waste the money he so shamelessly worked the streets for
On chemical romances that distract him from the skies.
Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 4:46 AM UTC
He'll lose himself to the sensation of the stilletoed temptation,
The billboard peepshows with the super-sized lies.
He'll waste the money he so shamelessly worked the streets for
On chemical romances that distract him from the skies.
This is just a small excerpt from a song I wrote but didn't like. Another larger portion of the deceased song is the piece i wrote titled "Future of Society". i just like this small bt on its own. i may incorporate it into a song soon.
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