Sunday, December 3, 2006

They came here

It`s all about decision
I shlould be having a nice day
She might be having her nice day
They came here yesterday I felt

Sometimes you see things
Sometimes things see you
Often they walk around you
You think you can realize, but you can`t

How many are they? can you count?
Are they good or bad? can you know?
They seem to be slaping my face
They flap you back and forth
They do you what they want

Eternal days, two thousand hours a day
Bang, bang, bang, bang
I shoot, fire coming up to my head
You didn`t have to lie to me
Dark days

I didn`t ask them over
Drink this fuocking up
Take it over
There`s no time remaining, the time is up
Throw it alway
I must put things up, I must keep stand

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