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Dear Ambellina, the Prise wishes you to watch over me
Dear Ambellina, the Prise wishes all to watch over me
I fought the decisions that call and lost
My part as the relevant piece in this, I will come reformed
In short, for the murders of those I court
I bless the hour that holds your fall
I will kill you all.
I will call you out from shelter
Burn you wings, you'll know no better.
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Mood:
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Listening to: The Crowing - Coheed and Cambria
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Reading: Over The Edge - Jonathan Kellerman
Who are we mistaken?
But you see, it's not me, it's not my family.
In your head, in your head they are fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are crying...
(What I'm listening to, anyway
...In your head, in your head
Zombie, Zombie, Zombie
What's in your head, in your head
Zombie, Zombie, Zombie...