There are many times when I see myself caught
Between old memories and new sensations
The torn in the Eye eats my Reality
Crushes my Soul and spits the Heart out
Devoures the Young and offers the pleasure
I keep fighting back but I know Im lost
I try to look away but
The torn in the Eye makes me feel insane
Crippled, drunk and gone
So I leave myself go with the flow
De otras yerbas, de vez en cuando.
Hace 11 años
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