Freaking Out

by eXecrabilis   Apr 16, 2006


The air is getting thin

My sight is fading quick

I'm spinning rorund and round

I've gone deaf

I can't hear a sound

My corpse is rotting fast

The rats have torn my skin

God has burned my soul

So now I have no place to go

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