scars, will heal, soon,
this drug in us, spins the earth, down.
better, it surely, i don't follow,
said,
i live low,
alice attack.
children shouldn't play with dead things,
only crawl,
so your lonely sad eyes,
cry crimson,
blood.
drop it, it's dead,
we dropped down, and took the body home.
sad eyes.
scars, like chopping daggers
see you'll never walk
only stagger.
sad eyes, cry crimson, blood
alice practice
alice practice
alice practice
alice practice
alice practice
alice practice
alice practice
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
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