C'mon, lets make one up she says. Lets invent something new. Describe everything and why its so important to you. A new language filled with words from all our lands. Turn there laughter into screams. C'mon.. Tonight the battle begins in thier dreams. And you'll become this way. And you'll become this way. And you'll become this way. Yes and now i'm so deliciously hanted. Akk my travels are completely unhaulted. Yet i am forced to give thanks to you that i'm still alive. Even though you hold no surprise. So i travel a little further inside my mind. At least in there know one dares to deny me what is truely mine. Something so soothing.. Devised by something so brooding. Filled with meaning, She's on her knees pleading, How illusive is that! So she starts creating my deamons, and after she's finished she rolls her eyes. So i conjure up all my reasons. Still she persists on this lie. The louder, and louder she crys, Just a deception to tap my well. But i will never tell her why, when i lay down to sleep my eyes are open wide.. And you'll become this way. AND YOU'LL BECOME THIS WAY. aND yOU'LL bECOME this way.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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