prompt me the chain ages

I wore blue velvet, green as the blood, a condom in metaphorm. We party people, struggling masses dying of envy and lust for the rest of us. Matthew Malonne as a role model, a design for life. In dreams i wear yellow glasses but by day i wear a tie and suit, hotel motel behaviour standard. They're working it out, i should i cope.

You were the messiah, i knew it long ago, you were she. Acid as lemon, blue as lime, check the gamma when looking forward. The tax the taillor, new school behaviour. I was naked but they don't get the picture. Jesus, the set, the tone, the receiver. Afterward i feel funny looking for her navel. Listen to the prophet, he's out there and he knows.

die hard core revelations

i knew i am a tosser on purpose

Bevel the angles, sharp as i was back when i knew the procedure. Now i'm the last born in the infants. Game on in my hotel, motel, straight out of geek'o'sphere, they know the fear. It's all freeware personnal gossip. Found one on the web, met her on icq, she wore a pez dispensser costume on halloween. She rules, you all rule but i've got a temple.

Jesus saves but you ? I'm loosing me again, maze inside, burns on the outside. I wore a shaded dress, reverse lingers. I don't look back because i'm loosing you once again. The connection is pain in the arse but boys should cope like cops and queers. Reduce the fracture, your father knows about you, the powder and the rope.

i can't fake me anymore