With my words I make a list of faults, these problems I bore aid me in ending doubt- does this make me not guilty?
No thoughts on that question!
Oh! The sweet taste of lead, and blood.
Stressed Out
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Faithful...
Firecracker is blown
Broken Promises for Broken Hearts
Spinning, and I just can't stop
Faithful...
Humble, yet Huge
Day by Day
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September
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- A-N-T
- Lets move!
- When talent mixes with soul
- Father of mine.
- Grayskull
- Bitch! We are nothing alike!
- Who you fucking with?
- ...............
- I'll blow up right in that face!
- Oh, I love those sweet beats!
- Oh, please!
- Rejection; locked out in the cold.
- What means does Grendal have here?
- I love them frozen moments
- HAH!
- And it starts to slip, breaks apart!
- What should replace this unknown feeling?
- Tweedle Dee.
- How could we think we had so little to lose
- Sadness that is Killing me from the Inside.
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September
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Buck-Tick
Firecracker is blown
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