segunda-feira, 8 de dezembro de 2008

White Snow Lady and Related Poisoned Apples

On the work, on a pub, on a stretch,
Crack open the door of the reason,
Misguided lights show the way,
To your own prison.

ohh,
no name, ohh,
Rain, the same,
as always.

Say, and re pay , and forget,
Eagles and words are defying to reset,
the animal is making his all prayers,
waiting for pity like it was theirs.

ohh,
Inflame,
ohh...

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