No words are coming

Is she sewing

That lovely sweater I never wore

The poeterna swore

I was a lost soul

On the contrary contrary-paranoia bold

Willing to say something

Somebody won't care

Lame atmosphere

Indeed

I need speed

Up the hill

So I can get my pills,

from ali narc

Why doesn't he go back from the phillipines or where he is from

we don't need to bring in foreigners to make them narcs

and contrary to christopher on this earth, I did make a mark

Oh yes many sparks, moved many hearts

Mania is a precious thing

Will make you king

or queen

and all in between are the nice servants

Why don't you serve the servants

Kurt cobain

I love the feeling of the feeling of pulling the trigger