Surrender

by Predictable Suicide   Mar 13, 2006


Let it flow/ Let it take over/ Let it conquer you/ Like it has taken over me/ beat me/ Let the world know of your pain/ Your fury/ Your passion, your plague/ Let your voice be heard/ Let it be your oxygen/ The air you breathe/ Your reason to live/ And write until your arms fall off and you collapse/ because without it you will crumble//

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