Why is everyone on this website so sulky and sad? I should punch you all into consciousness. |
And we bring about something
With inane ramblings forth...
The breaking clouds might win again
They will never be my friends...
The annual promise of winter's cold, of Atlantic's...
Speaks more now, seems less then...
The annual promise of winter's cold, of Atlantic's...
Speaks more now, seems less then...
Hold your breath
Too wary, too cold...
They wait for then, and in the end
The lead machines will eat the men...
Broken bones bred this
Broken home...
Everlasting time eating up a meal
Decorated brain-men, fated to die...
Only quote dead people. |