Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
November means nothing
So dry, the sky
Is but a nightmare
Meant to maim.
I'm hiding under covers,
Wait for dawn to crack.
10-15-10
Is but a nightmare
Meant to maim.
I'm hiding under covers,
Wait for dawn to crack.
10-15-10
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November means nothing
November means nothing