Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Honestly
A set of keys
In an empty crib,
Fingertips deceased
With no one to
Blame but life itself.
They won't give you
The details but
Truth carries chains,
You'll hear it come.
11-18-09
In an empty crib,
Fingertips deceased
With no one to
Blame but life itself.
They won't give you
The details but
Truth carries chains,
You'll hear it come.
11-18-09
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