woensdag, november 25, 2009

The final cry

In the final curtain call
You left me here with the coldest of feelings
Weigh, kind, depression
Blessing the floors with the places you stepped in
Will they ever measure up to the way you left me
Here on the roadside the bloodiest cadaver
Marked in your words
I'm the joke,
I'm the bastard
Here wait, so I guess that you knew
That you're a selfish little whore
I'm the selfish little whore
If I had my way I'd crush your face in the door
This is no beginning ... this is the final cut
Open up
This is the final cry..

vrijdag, november 13, 2009

Uit de Echo


vrijdag, november 06, 2009