Fog in the head
Fast vaporizing like the last spoof.
Flying somewhere, I continue to groove,
But the fog in the head so hinders to move.
Always lying each other, people don't lye,
That their dark spirits are deserving to die.
Betraying best friends to cut a big pie,
Thirsting for money, they're tighting the tie.
Life is a nothing for their great will,
Just a one shot, which nobody can feel,
Invisible flash to pay up the bill -
Yesterday healthy, today they are ill.
Feelings inside are reaching the roof,
Fast vaporizing like the last spoof.
Flying somewhere, I'm stopping to groove,
Cause the fog in the head makes me woof...
(c) Kivlov, 06.07.2008
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I consider the second quatrian the best! :)
Cheers!
Диана Давоян 07.07.2008 18:34 Заявить о нарушении
Я не могу пройти мимо этого. После make не может быть частицы to! Да и ритму она она мешает
Психопровод 16.08.2008 16:05 Заявить о нарушении