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June 11, 2002
Kill The Old, Torture Their Young
This will kill…
Open your head, turn your back away, from me
Sensations, collapse under broken hearts
When time’s like just when you fall asleep
And I thought to lose my way and glimmer and die
That’s just what I thought today
And I thought to lose my way and suffer and die
That’s just what I thought today
Where now, I'll get back, I'll get back, where now, I'll get back, I'll get back
(Where now, I'll get back, I'll get back) Something's wrong with us…
I'll get back…
Posted by Chris at June 11, 2002 11:09 AM