Days i turn blind, days if turn deaf, days i trun me.

i'm not coming the warmth, i'm running for the deed.

there's not much of it about, there's a part of mystery.

if i was to remember where it's at, i would have found a cheat mode

You were wounded by history, i was victim of the time.

The funeral was Jewish.

The backdoor was closed for her.

Let it bleed.

Forecast London within a few months.

I don't diserve a chance.

Aurélie struck me off, could hardly face her, so shinny was she.

Infatuated by her was i; should tell Edouard all about it.

I always kwnew he would succeed no matter what he tried.

Back to null, coordonates lost in the distance.

I've been the witness to a link, i won't let them destroy because it is all so fine.

Something from the black market.

Resume process in order to loose.

Recall previous infatuations. Balance faking status quo.

Should find her a code or at least a nickname.

It's all inside of me, typing down just for open source being archive.

It might as well be a message, but chance of he or her reading are thick.

Two parties in a year.

Time will fade, closer to the border, i used to be a men.

Escrew, not always the same pathern-wise.

There are a few gods outside, not for me.

Do you ?

What are you here for ?

Do you keep track ?

Do you fake it to ease my pain ?

I've naked a few times in here but i don't know when.

It's what it's all about.

I used to be.