segunda-feira, 20 de abril de 2009

'Silence, Exile, Cunning'

My words are not anything.
My silence is no longer so.
The problem is you or me?
Yeah, I should have used...
Sometimes this gap is not so bad.

-I just want to see my eyes red
Enough for the adrenaline I do not worry about anything
Just so I could undress me that damn fault

Without more, that I corrodes anesthesia