Against the Wall.

Help I am under pressure. Seems like no one does but me..

They're comin' after us with big guns...
You're killing yourself to find anything at all...
Its too late to become "I m m o r t a l "
And all we do is rot in the grass of our graves... Sightseeing in hell or heaven. Waiting just to be reborn again, because of the maggots which will eat you and suck the minerals out of your cheek.
What are we supposed to do?
Live like we could change anything which is ironically anyways forbidden to you (?) or live the ancient way of carrying all your hope and desires and take them to your grave?
 
 
 
 

28.10.08 21:47
 


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