Thursday, February 19, 2009

Dying is your latest fashion

Hurtful words
From my enemies of the last five years
What's it like to die alone?
How does it feel when tears freeze
When you cry?
The blood in your veins is twenty below
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget

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