They're everywhere
They're your closest friends
and spite in your words
they joke about your clothes
Hey you're a wicked soul
transforming this world into this
this....
Wicked place
police can't stop this
you can't stop this
they have escaped from
from....
THEIR OWN BRAIN
They talk about politics
and seem completely numb
wicked people are weak
and you're strong
pick up a revolver and
blow yourself away
throw your brains agaisnt the wall
They're wicked people
wicked people
and you
you're their leader...
quarta-feira, 8 de agosto de 2007
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