vendredi 1 mars 2013

Au début des peurs. Au milieu du chaos. À la fin des temps. Le perpétuel recommencement. Every day is exactly the same. La faim viendra. IT'S TOO LATE.

DEATH 
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 Oh fear coming down day by day, but i never thought i'd see you cry again.Now i've watched the dream slip away, but i've never let those tears keep awake, wont keep me awake. Hope shined a light until the end, but you wake up everyday fearing the pain.There's a cross hanging up on the wall and will you take this sign and keep it in your heart, oh in your heart. In each empty space you'll try to find, a certain sense of will you left behind.Your crooked heart is aching day by day, because you never tried to stop before it was too late, now its too late.

THE KVB