Infected

by FallXFromXGrace   Jan 18, 2006


Walking around I hear the sounds of the earth seeking relief.
I'm trying to find a reason to live.
But the mindless clutter my path.
Oh, these thorns in my side.
I know I have something free.
I know I have something so alive.
I think they shoot cause they want it.
I think they shoot cause they want it!!

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