Some in your mind, some in your eyes,
Rather be yours than make you mine.
quarta-feira, 30 de setembro de 2009
Truth o' mine
The truth loses all of it's reality in the exact moment that you stare at it with spleen eyes. (One second later, all truth can simply fade away like a mist).
I'm death and I'm blind.
With my own two hands I glide.
I can fell it in the back of my mind.
Whispers to me, something in this land,
I don't know what are this voices of sand.
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