Esbós
words don't flow yet they cannot express all this feelings phsycotic dualism it seems that your lips have been stapled oh! my lies otta my mind 'cause there's no lighthouse 'round this fear stuns you while you try to paint smiling faces your cold expression brings up all what you ever suffered oh! my lies outta my mind and there's no lighthouse on your knees blaming yourself and waiting for the shot i'll destroy you bloody thoughtless
Writer/s: Pujà Fasuà
