How good it feels for me. Fell in from the stars. When your skin is shead. And a pile of your heads. Stove burns on my hands. Show them to my friends. When skulls hit the ground. When they wander into their cage. Sew their arms and thighs. And their rubber covered eyes.

Abonne-toi à mon blog! MY WORLD MY WORLD MY WORLD MY WORLD MY WORLD MY WORLD MY WORLD MY WORLD MY WORLD. Un vent frais et vivifiant. Un soleil qui se couche, qui se lève, qui se cache. Son écho pénètre mon oreille. De plus en plus forte, car leur long sommeil approche.

I am the stone that the builder refuse. I am the vision and the inspiration. That makes ladies sing the blues. I am the spark that makes your ideas bright. The same spark that lights the dark so that you can know your left from your right. I am the secret in your box. The bullet in your gun. The story that just begun. The promise I was to come.

This is the last time. This is the last time. That I will say these words. I remember the first time. The first of many lies. Sweep it into the corner. Or hide it under the bed. Say these things they go away. But I was in the middle of. This is the last time. That I will show my face. So tread it into the carpet.

Movee At The Beat Baybe. Abonne-toi à mon blog! Fin De Semaine De Gelé Babyy. Quebec City Aveec Mes Shéryy. Hahahah Quand on y pense on sais plus par ou commencer. Très Drôle meme honteuse XD.