September 30, 2008

Wake me up when september ends



Hääl kähedaks ning lihased tuimaks.
Keeleline paast ning peapiiril ülesanded.
Tugevust, tugevust, tugevust.

I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of Suburbia
The bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of
Soda Pop and Ritalin
No one ever died from my
Sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones that I got away with

And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be

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