hide and seek with Satan he searches in the dark a path he's never taken because I don't give a f*
tag the Feral now their frozen a tactic simple counting clovers
play checkers with this devil he awaits his blackened king rise up to defeat another evil triple jump that made him sing
tag the Feral now their frozen a tactic simple counting clovers
A conversation between a couple of friends how anything can be sung in a metal song and sound bad *** no matter how un-badass it truly is. My suggestion was playing childhood games with the devil.
Some goodbyes are better when they're never said Some promises are better when they are never made Some lies are better when they are never told And some things are better when they are never done
I have recently learned a lot of things One being the fact that people who live in one country are completely unaware of everything in another country It's like an alien coming to earth for the first time everything is going to be completely new to them
They say words I've never heard With meanings I've never known They say powerful statements Yet it means nothing Because I'll never understand the language of the smart ones
I mutter stuttered syllables into shut ears, so I'm not heard very often. I'm not good with words, not when my mouth staggers, lagged behind my thoughts. But give me time to reflect, and I expect I could make something worth hearing, with your eyes.