In my dreams I’m dying all the time. I look around and realize the human race is dying out, there won't be anyone left to scream or shout. People are used to walk out on the moon, although I've got no idea about what it could possibly means whatsoever!
I never meant to hurt her, I never wanted to lie. To tell the truth, I do not know shit.
It’s not very often, but once in a while my heart shaped-box feel so bad. People they come together, people they fall apart, no one can stop us now, ‘cause we’re all made of stars…yeah, no one can stop us now, ‘cause we’re all made of stars, but when I first said it no one would believe me, and now you can hear Moby praying that all over the globe.
I’m a high-school lover, and that cute skinny white soft skin like-junkie girl is my favorite flavor. When I spot her my body remains, my hands shake…she's what I call a playground love.
It’s not very often, but once in a while my heart shaped-box feel so bad. People they come together, people they fall apart, no one can stop us now, ‘cause we’re all made of stars…yeah, no one can stop us now, ‘cause we’re all made of stars, but when I first said it no one would believe me, and now you can hear Moby praying that all over the globe.
I’m a high-school lover, and that cute skinny white soft skin like-junkie girl is my favorite flavor. When I spot her my body remains, my hands shake…she's what I call a playground love.
Picture that: a muscle fag fitness-freak man wearing pink pantyhose and high-heeled shoes surfing on a rocket. Who is he? The king of war.
Left blank, getting lost, there’s no release and just for the record I can hold the sun. A sexy boy, that’s all I want to be, lots of girls freaking and shouting French words about how high and turned on they are due to my presence. Begging me to get their needs satisfied. The sexy and tattooed skinny insect-boy can easily handle it.
Can anyone feel me? I’m overthrown with bliss, holy girl, don’t get up, stay with me, I feel sad, when you run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run.
Realms of bliss, realms of light, some are born to sweet delight and some are born to the end of night.
People tend to be strange when you’re strange. But sometimes they are strange even when you are not. And this is so…strange. No one remembers your name, faces look ugly and the streets are uneven when you’re down. I want to sleep in her warm soul kitchen.
Left blank, getting lost, there’s no release and just for the record I can hold the sun. A sexy boy, that’s all I want to be, lots of girls freaking and shouting French words about how high and turned on they are due to my presence. Begging me to get their needs satisfied. The sexy and tattooed skinny insect-boy can easily handle it.
Can anyone feel me? I’m overthrown with bliss, holy girl, don’t get up, stay with me, I feel sad, when you run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run.
Realms of bliss, realms of light, some are born to sweet delight and some are born to the end of night.
People tend to be strange when you’re strange. But sometimes they are strange even when you are not. And this is so…strange. No one remembers your name, faces look ugly and the streets are uneven when you’re down. I want to sleep in her warm soul kitchen.
I don't know what it is, I'm just aware that it's there, can you see it? I must confess it's kind of hard, with such a pressure on us. I never did no harm , never did no harm, nevertheless it's dare.
Oh green world, forgive us because we have stained your precious and immaculate cradle covered with royal golden linen sheet set.
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