All our lives we sweat and save Building for a shallow grave... Back in those days everything was simpler & more confused One summer night, goin to the pier The blond was called freedom The dark one enterprise We talked &they told me this story Now listen to this Ill tell u about life & death it Comes out soft Driven slow and mad like some new language Reaching your head with the cold sudden fury of a divine messenger Let me tell u about heartache &the loss of god Wandering,Wandering in Hopeless night Out here in the perimeter there are no stars Out here we is stoned... Immaculate
Posted on: Mon, 10 Mar 2014 01:58:37 +0000
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