Pluckin' all day on my angel's harp. Pluckin' all day on my angel's harp. . Shoutin' at the rising moon. Knowin' that I will soon stay. At the edge of the plain, on the top of the scarp.
How will it turn out?. Starting needs are waiting out. On the way to the dead hotel. Beside an empty light. Falling into their pretty hands. All of them androids have a.
A trick that people use to make you think they are smart. Is confidence when actually they're lost in the dark. Only someone with the mind of a child says he'll grow up.
Pain, I guess it's a matter of sensation. But somehow you have ways of avoiding it all. In my mind I have shot you and stabbed you through your heart.