| June 2nd 2007 |
| Your cunning thoughts betray your heart, Beaming signs of affection - burn holes in your plan, What exactly do we have to show for ourselves, Empty regrets of yesterdays "good time", All the best intentions don't mean anything - to those you hurt, Elusive tears of the neverending -blissful- consumption of our souls, we wake every morning - dumber than before, Dissect the carnage of our foolish hearts, Help me help you - and we can all got to hell toghether. |
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