quarta-feira, dezembro 15, 2010

(Blender - P.M)

What wings i must cut
To skip the promisse again
Taste the feeling, meet me falling
Beyond the love on your dose
Open wrists have no calling
Open wrists have no because

Do not trust essencial sights...
Forget the parallel of your time
Told you to return
Told you to surrender
But all I´ve got
Is a witness on a blender

Maybe you know how to hide
Enemies against yourself,
But I dont have that in mind
Cause Im not someone else.

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