meet me at the mall it's going down
meet me at the club it's going down
met me at the shool and i garantied that shamu is going dow XD
:P
9/22/08
9/20/08
9/8/08
quebrar
9/7/08
Rain II
"And the rain will kill us all.
We Throw ourselves against the wall.
But no-one else can see.
The preservation of the martyr in me"
En mi vida me habian ecerrado en una tienda,
;jamas habia visto que tan sarra se podria poner una lluvia
y menos aqui en mexicali!!!
si mexicali donde solo esta seco y no llueve
hoy a mi a mis amigas nos enserraron en la wall-mart
al abrirse las puertas el impacto fue tan grande que por poco rompe los vidrios
a un seño o muchacho le cayo un letrero encima de eso de ahorra!!!!
al venir hacia mi casa nos cae un rayo enseguida del carro!!!!!
tengo un mal presentimiento
espero ke no sea cierto y solo sea mi cabeza
espero de todo ♥ que no sea nada
9/2/08
Rain
Psychosocial lyrics
I did my time, and I want out!
So effusive-fade!
It doesn't cut, this soul is not so vibrant.
The reckoning, the sickening.
Packaging subversion.
Pseudo-sacrosanet perversion.
Go drill your deserts, go dig your graves!
Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save.
Sinking in, getting smaller again.
I´m done! It has begun, I'm not the only one!
And the rain will kill us all.
We Throw ourselves against the wall.
But no-one else can see.
The preservation of the martyr in me.
Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.
Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.
There are cracks on the road we lay.
But where the temple fell, the secrets have gone mad.
This is nothing new, but when we kill it all
The Hate was all we had!
Who needs another mess, we could start over.
Just look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong!
Now there's only emptiness, venomous, inspid
I think we're done, I'm not the only one!
And the rain will kill us all.
We Throw ourselves against the wall.
But no-one else can see.
The preservation of the martyr in me.
Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.
Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
Fake anti-fascist lie, (Psychosocial)
I've tried to tell you, but (Psychosocial)
Your purple hearts are giving out. (Psychosocial)
Can't stop the killing idea. (Psychosocial)
If it's hunting season. (Psychosocial)
Is this what you want? (Psychosocial)
I'm not the only one!
And the rain will kill us all.
We Throw ourselves against the wall.
But no-one else can see.
The preservation of the martyr in me. X2
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
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