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Four crows nailed to a wooden post Bleed upon a barren field An old way that I don't understand It kinda touched me for a day Four crows nailed to a

C'est le malaise du moment L'epidemie qui s'etend La fete est finie on descend Les pensees qui glacent la raison Paupieres baissees, visage gris Surgissent

i look at the cover and it seems this is the way we're supposed to be buying into some glossed over frame-work of humanity. we need to follow our

I never liked rugby league, it must be said Decapitated ears and concave heads My interest held by just one thing The greatest commentator ever--Eddie

7 A.M., dusty road I'm gonna drive until it burns my bones Crossing a dream with my old lost care Its smell brings the dead memories back Crossing a

Kim and Jessie They have a secret world in the twilight Kids outside worlds They are crazy 'bout romance and illusion Somebody lurks in the shadows Somebody

I look into your eyes Diving into the ocean I look into your eyes Falling Like a wall of stars We are ripe to fall And if you are a ghost I'll call

It's your face It's your face Where are we? It's your face Where are we? It's your face Where are we? It's your face Save me, save Where are we? It's

Death is her boyfriend She spits on summers and smiles to the night I can't help my love for graveyard girl Death is her boyfriend She spits on summers