26-12-2007
Silence, instead of confrontation. New lies, to cover up the
old. I want chaos, destroy in order to create. Release me, I'm
trying to move. Don't hold me back. No one's seen what I have
seen. No one's been where I have been. No, I wasn't born to
follow. You can't train me. Can't touch me, can't hurt me,
can't frame me, cut off my tongue, my mind still speaks.
Misery Loves Co.
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