Mostrando postagens de Maio, 2013
Their eyes would be staring
(If they had any eyes)
Those skeletons walking,
They're singing 'bout the story
of the life I didn't...
The life I never.

The streamers tearing up
in the dark
of this endless, shameless night
They make anyone think we are
More somber
than I, at least, would deserve

Feel like fading away
But I'm just a little asleep
Could you, please,
just let me go(t)?
Or give me some trustable hand?
I made a wish for those skeletons to can not sing anymore
But I'm sitting in my bad, bad luck
And I just cannot get up