decaying as i am i need not some promised land i know i am failing acceptence was the plan
no silence in the sea nothing tranquil awaits me useless and used up too much using to do
i have choosen everything this is what makes it so bad no matter what the action situation was created by me my life is different this grey streets will only get me down they will never fool me and integrate me as a clown
decaying as i am need not some promised land i know i am failing acceptence was the plan
no silence in the sea nothing tranquil awaits me useless and used up too much using to do
decaying as i am need not some promised land i know i am failing acceptence was the plan
stumbling through patches of flowered mortality my daze it is special you my goddess to be
