Like she was scream. I try to hear. what's in my dreams. I gotta fear. I cannot breathe. please hold me tight. I try to feel. don't talk so fast. . this radioactive she.
Scream. (Kirk McLeod). . I hold my hands in front of me to block my line of sight. It seems my eyes are growing tired of staring in the light. The more I see the more I feel the less I want to know.
What can you do when the poison in your veins starts to rot?. Pounding doors? They are whores when yourself is all you've got. But I still see the green, yes I still see that green.
Don't remember now. Can't recall somehow. Black holes spotting your memory. So you fell from grace. Tears run down your face. See yourself as the enemy.