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[funky_crime]

somebody knows
right from wrong
the filament is burnt
and im where i belong
old faces bring old feelings
and red eyes sing a song

you're constantly on my mind
and i wish i had all the time
to tell you how i feel
I'll sum it up with rhythm,
silence, completley void of rhyme.
a ghost following my peripherals
just ...geek... another line
the burn that comes

Comments

[i_feel_nothing]

mmmmmmmmmm cocaine......
lol
that shit will fuck some bitches up! lol
don't be depressed! :o)