We all have been degraded, we all will be the greatest.
Saturday, 12 February 2011
cause Im just about to set fire to everything I see
Young and full of running,
tell me where is that taking me
just a great figure eight
or a tiny infinity.
Love is really nothing
but a dream that keeps waking me.
For all of my trying
we still end up dying;
how can it be?
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