Yes, so the message goes. Like an insect in its death throes. A magic carpet ride to hell. Then back to her with time to tell. A metal scar on every face.
Everyone has their own myths. Not their father's troubles. It's the mother's kiss. But me, would you save my life. Or take it away from me?. Stab me with a knife.
Racine took a trip to Long Island. She got so tired of Times Square. Sometimes she'd look at herself in the mirror. Sometimes she wouldn't even dare. Racine always dreamed of Long Island.