alfa version ^^
I'm missing of my place
Not my fillings, not my face
Rusted out mechanic soul
and this wasn’t just a fault
To the end of all my days
I won’t let a little trace
You won’t cover of my eyes
Little sinners in the sky
So just, Welcome to the hell
Choose your own the cover-shell
And dig down to your own grave
In the spot you will be saved.
someting like that. unfinished
© Copyright: Егор Чуев, 2009
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