walk on down between the catheradal's iles
holding my head down
keep that fake style
spit out that phony fucking smile
walking down the steps of time
sometimes glowing like an angel
but sometimes burning like a demon
give it away
it's my turn to walk
it's my turn to burn
i'll ripe right through like the semon i was did.
I'll sing I'll dance
I'll scream and I'll hate
i'll live, I'll die
it'll sting like the phone you can't answer
but won't stop ringing
the days begin with finding a person in a mirror
and then to another person pacing the sidewalks
and then i penetrate into the viod of night
so deep i can't even see out of you
and soon again i find myslef alone
then and again i move in and out
of these worlds
and i never can decide where i want to stay most.
Copyright 2003 silent_screams
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