The flashlight falls.
You take the knife,
Cut my arms,
All the city cries.
The loss is imminent.
Dead in 20 seconds,
No way to go back,
You must follow the path.
While you fly,
Away from NY,
Again this mistake.
In 20 seconds you'll be dead.
The worms will dance,
Near your corpse,
That corpse full of life.
Mentira de Verdad.
Monday, June 19, 2006
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