All your phrases about us, you can throw out as the rubbish, In eyes that I can see from you, I can’t see anything, only anger, The angel of your eyes a dead, in this guilt of stranger of the fate, You are forget, all knowledge of the life, you walk on the slim razors edge, The fire for to live and laugh that you have had, some times ago, you lose in turn of highway, The world of you, become are darkness, wild, at all a sharp-thing, It is o rose with long sharp thorns, in pool of blood of my effort, You live by laws of wolves, you can’t be soft and humane, I think that it can go away as soon, but I forget your character at all, The wish of changing this are hot, but understanding better, The dark and wild, beauty rose, in blood of your decision, You go a way of crimes and sins, The enemies are clear, About me you don’t think never, And don’t think now at all, I know this – lives with it, And anything at all. The rose are beauty at the night, with all of contrast bends, But you are breaking all of the things, what are the beauty, all, The brightness eyes – the wild thing The fire of live – are stone, You are the open for the live at time when you are gone, But now you are a lock and hard, in your progressing mind, You changing, for the moment life, you changing are at all. I can’t return – the old of you, but love you old so much, We are become the rather different, the different at all, But I think it’s not a problem, for you, for me – for all. The dark and wild, beauty rose, in blood of your decision, You go a way of crimes and sins, The enemies are clear, About me you don’t think never, And don’t think now at all, I know this – lives with it, And anything at all. I want continue over lives, in hard and warming hell, I don’t such type as you are is, but I can’t live without you, And Hell for us is better – you wanted it, you are the devil on earth, in skin, I poor, depressing people, who are the suffer from your brutality of life. The Hell is Paradise at all, for all the people who are throw of sick society to live, All the life are the a battle of the live and death, I want – you want this all, We cannot stop of this strife, we cannot be the one, But we are not so different at all, because we have a single aim, And in this rule are right – and all depends are not from us, And it is cause of our life to live at sliming razors edge. The dark and wild, beauty rose, in blood of your decision, You go a way of crimes and sins, The enemies are clear, About me you don’t think never, And don’t think now at all, I know this – lives with it, And anything at all. https://youtube/watch?v=Ypw-XCdZflg
Posted on: Mon, 22 Dec 2014 21:13:50 +0000
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