miércoles, 7 de diciembre de 2011

Mister doorman... lift up the velvet rope!

Potential Study of Beauty

So you want me to write it


So you want me to re

So you want me to mean a thing


So you want me to un

An asemic , perpetual


An abyss that will fright

In a turmoil of voices


That will breed us beyond 

‘Cause I know what you’re doing


And you’ll see I don’t give

By the end of this dissonance


It’ll drown all over

So you want me to carry


All of the- all of the

When you know I’m so savvy


In escaping from its

I accept that your ignorance


Comes along with your vir

Has become my archenemy


I've decided to stop 

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