?Vamos a Bailar o Vamos a Morir?
Posted April 24, 2007
this elite reconstuction of the heart you claim to have in your chest lies in total distraction,an open wound paralyzes those who seem to fall to faith and too many assumptions. Every word sounds the same and the waves now break apart to dance in limbo.FUCK.My mind is suffering a sickness called writers block, when your back waits for the dagger.Insert in here.And every face you see looks the exact same as the other while these eyes you see are not fading.They're wanting more of you to collect every mistake throw it in your face and run, and you chase after an idea of friendship.And you hold your brassknuckles tightly because your scared to open up, the likes of you makes me heave my dreams whole.Take my hands away because they both work against me.Sharing my disease with the world, ending songs without periods,no lifestyle,no ending.Just the paranoia.
