Dusk can't vote on this battle, and pimptastic, don't get happy and feed off my lines for your second verse.
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 01-14-2007 at 12:31 AM.