All that blotter gonna twist up your mind. You can do it just not all the time. Hiding in your room you'll be feeling fine. . Always manage to have something to sell.
Closing my eyes, counting sheep. Gun in my mouth, trying to sleep. Everything ends, everything has to. Get well balloon, going insane. Weight of the world, papier-mâché.
{No it's seven so it's five hours before 1998. Here's the song. And the last time I. One two three, one two three}. . Contrast and compare between the busy ones.
At the center of the world there is a statue of a girl. She is standing near a well with a bucket bare and dry. I went and looked her in the eyes and she turned me into sand.