We knocked on the doors of Hell's darker chamber,
Pushed to the limit, we dragged ourselves in,
Watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying,
We saw ourselves now as we never had seen.
Portrayal of the trauma and degeneration,
The sorrows we suffered and never were free.
Pushed to the limit, we dragged ourselves in,
Watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying,
We saw ourselves now as we never had seen.
Portrayal of the trauma and degeneration,
The sorrows we suffered and never were free.
posted by Vinqo Denken at 3:34 AM
6 Comments:
sooooooo
trite
was ist das?
HaHaHa
it's joy division (if that is what the question marks are about_if not then_i have no idea)
who's motorcycle is this?
it is ian's.
who is ian?
ian is dead baby, he is dead.
Da da da da da, smne iz kllng thee u
no time for games.
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