last night i turned around and thought i saw myself turning
inside the strangest dream of life unloved and cities burning
awake in my arms
you cry unharmed
our age of the hours
when they still devour all
Ive taken a new face and a new name. This name and face was made by a mad artist. Im shattering fast. My ghost children will help me stay in twos. Ill see you on the stage and on the radio.
inside the strangest dream of life unloved and cities burning
awake in my arms
you cry unharmed
our age of the hours
when they still devour all
Ive taken a new face and a new name. This name and face was made by a mad artist. Im shattering fast. My ghost children will help me stay in twos. Ill see you on the stage and on the radio.
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stitchy:
oh yeah...and by the way. love the journal post. i wish i could be so creatively eloquent.
stitchy:
it's hard to resist a shakin' booty.....=)