I get high on pesticide, you won't die cause it tastes all right, it's not. the thought of it, it's just the look of it so sell me something I don't. need. You can change but it still remains empty homes on a cardboard face..
what a waste of time looking for a god on a mountain side, everyone's. depraved, you haven't got much sense though you've got less rights no one. has it all, some of us are left to defend lost cause, all you want to say.
every morning it's the same, bang your head but feel no pain, the world can. collide, but we'll struggle by, holding on it has to hurt late again but no.