Nadie Modera...

Now That the War Is Through with Me
I'm Waking up I Can Not See
That There's Not Much Left of Me
Nothing Is Real but Pain Now

 

Hold My Breath as I Wish for Death
Oh Please God,wake Me

 

Back in the Womb its Much Too Real
in Pumps Life That I must Feel
but Can't Look Forward to Reveal
Look to the Time When I'll Live

 

Fed Through the Tube That Sticks in Me
Just like a Wartime Novelty
Tied to Machines That Make Me Be
Cut this Life off from Me

 

me aburri ._.

 

asi no mas pos con la cosaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

 

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wenaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas xD