miércoles, 20 de febrero de 2013

I'm The Hell Outta Here

Riding the bullet over the Land of The Thousand Dreams. Empty space under my feet.
 Billions of non-recycable bad decitions or even some certains mistakes (that includes you).
 Get back to the softness of the apocriphal womb.Or make some real evaluations of time and space.
Does it feel better when you got a gun to apologize? Does it taste good don't look back?
 "Fair enough", the witchfinder says."Not even close", the lions keeper jellin' out.
 But that's not the question, I'm afraid so. Neverendum explain it self...

Not the same shit again


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