quinta-feira, 10 de março de 2011


We quit the room
Quit so our thoughts could rest
Rest them on nothing new
That's when we grab a hold
Of whatever it is we fell into
Lousy with your content
With what the majestic cannot find
In business of your lives
The perception, it is wrong, mile after mile
The phantom taste drinking wine from your heels

We have arrived too late to play the bleeding heart show!

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