Ravens sings Paper wings Bundled up with all the little things.
Friday, August 28, 2009
I wonder, how many 'Smiths' there are in hell?
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Spilt dreams Falling beams Splitting seams All that means, Broken teams.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
He's taken what was promised to me And now I'm going to take it back.
Like the new day You change along with it Our differences mark us Religion, our great divider Standing, but not together Falling apart behind the smoke.
The answer to seek Is buried in lies And suicides.