2009-05-21
Junk
The need to realize Shot, shot, shot, blank Staring down the barrel of my arm Shot, shot, shot, dead It's over drawn black Shot, shot, shot, red No restrictions s*cking eyes inward, immobile Bionic continuity Till death do us part
The need to realize Shot, shot, shot, blank Staring down the barrel of my arm Shot, shot, shot, dead It's over drawn black Shot, shot, shot, red No restrictions s*cking eyes inward, immobile Bionic continuity Till death do us part