sábado, 27 de outubro de 2012

F#548

"....this fame thing, I don't get it.


...this star thing, I don't get it.



will you ever welcome me?
will you show me something that nobody else has seen?
smoke it, drink
here comes the flood
anything to thin the blood
these corrosives do their magic slowly and sweet
phone, eat it, drink
just another chink
cuts and dents, they catch the light
aluminium, the weakest link








...the smell of fear, I got it"




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