Anti-people
Anti-people
Summers rise when poets fade away
Sweet kisses involved with a river of dying lies
People squirl in insanity when they’re stunned with views
Tuned cars that race to hell not nearly show my infected soul
My eyes in sorrow indulged by fear
Art is a lonely rebel, silenced rebel
Let me slip into sweet unconsciousness
Greedy people that infect me with unknowingness
Sweet, sweet unconsciousness
04-11-03
Summers rise when poets fade away
Sweet kisses involved with a river of dying lies
People squirl in insanity when they’re stunned with views
Tuned cars that race to hell not nearly show my infected soul
My eyes in sorrow indulged by fear
Art is a lonely rebel, silenced rebel
Let me slip into sweet unconsciousness
Greedy people that infect me with unknowingness
Sweet, sweet unconsciousness
04-11-03
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| Auteur: kevin wetzels | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 november 2003 | ||
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