three thousand miles of wilderness overcome by the flow, a lonely restitution of pavement, pomp and show, i seek a thousand answers, i find but one or two, i maintain no discomfiture, my path again
England seemed like such a beautiful place from afar Until one day I went and saw how miserabely how things really are All Fantastic Images they only are apparent
I refuse to abuse what is kind to the Muse, But it's there and it's happening to me along the way. As we go through the snow, we cannot forget our foes,
I hate my family, hate my school, speed limits and the golden rule. Hate people who aren't what they seem, more than anything else, American Dream. American Dream's gonna swallow you whole, it's bursting at the seam,
everybody is talking about the girl who went and killed the delivery man, but she looks so kind and gentle, it just doesn't stand to reason, i saw her right there just like the other night as stately as a slot machine,