sábado, 4 de septiembre de 2010

People = SHIT.

Everybody hates me now, so fuck it!
Blood's on my face and my hands,
and I don't know why,i'm not afraid to cry
but that's none of your business

Whose life is it? Get it? See it? Feel it? Eat it?

Spin it around so I can spit in its face
I wanna leave without a trace,
Cuz I don't wanna die in this place!



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