Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Contrary to popular belief, it's not going to be a golden day
His golden breath turned silver sour fast.
I wish I'd held him long enough before the
Poisons overtook him.
I see nothing when I stare at the son;
I've reverted back to worshiping the moon.
1-6-11
I wish I'd held him long enough before the
Poisons overtook him.
I see nothing when I stare at the son;
I've reverted back to worshiping the moon.
1-6-11
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Contrary to popular belief, it`s not going to be a golden day
Contrary to popular belief, it`s not going to be a golden day