sábado, 4 de septiembre de 2010


Wish I was too dead to cry, my self-affliction fades
Stones to throw at my creator, masochists to which I cater
You don't need to bother; I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther, but once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds, wish I was too dead to care
If indeed I cared at all, never had a voice to protest
So you fed me shit to digest.

[Stone Sour]

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