sábado, 12 de marzo de 2011

It's been like this from the start
One piece after another to make my heart
You mistake the game for being smart
Stand here, sell this, and hit your mark
But the sound of the steel and the crush and the grind
It screams to remind who decides my life
But in time it all dies there's nothing left inside
Just rusted metal that was never even mine
I would scream, but I'm just this hollow shell Waiting here,begging please Set me free, so I can feely

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