Life seems to go out of control Life seems to be so hectic Life takes a high speed drift My head goes crackers.
Crows follow the voice of his. A haunted cry.
Vultures circle ahead. He smells of rotten flesh.
A lone soul resting on his throne of skulls....
It hurts when you have someone in your heart but you can't have them in your arms.
When I’m weary
I usually go out
And prowl the streets,...
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