A BAD REALITY
I play with the thunderbolt
I drink the dreamriver
I go to my sleep
And catch my immortal soul.
My eyes see luck
But my mind is far away
In the remote past
With a haevy heart I'm coming to life.
A difficult lot can't leave me alone
I see only dearkness: black rain, black
sunny
The world is as bas as hell
Because the most important for people
are money, money, moeny...
And isn't is funny.
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MONIAK
Dodano: 2006-07-19 10:44:21
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