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terça-feira, 15 de dezembro de 2015

Eyeburn


Fire
Blood
in my Eyes
It's my state now
State of emergency? Maybe
Maybe I finally got freedom from your killer arms

Sometimes, all my time is lost
You are the only guilty
No, I'm guilty too
I ever see your lying eyes
I'm a stupid fool
for creed in you, sick bastard girl

F*** all the things
All is s*** for me
You destroyed my hope, my feelings
No, one as been survived:

MY HATE FOR YOU
DIE!
Die from my heart, bastard b****
I can't see your eyes again
without my eyes burn
Burn like you burned my heart

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