Kill the old man.
He’s sitting next to me.
He takes a damn breath,
He looks such angrily.
Kill the old man.
Burn, burn this morning train.
The passengers are slippin'
I'm gonna do this, I’m insane.
Oh, i can't wait.
My thoughts are strong.
This is too late.
He has just gone.
Kill the old man
© Copyright: Месяц Мэйби, 2009
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