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Sound of ants under the ground.
The life could be gone by tomorrow.
If heat was of meat in the seat.
Be discret.
Stop stop stop.
What is this?
A mucked about to get f**ked up poem.
Now here is begins.
I pull you up here you are.
I hung you tight hold you towards me.
Squeezing you against my chest.
Broken into pieces.
A mirror like face.
Who could ever care if your a disgrace.
Old times, new times, good times.
The fuzzy t.v a picture of mystery.
Rats going by your feet.
Rubbish filled up high.
One day till you die.
Castle high for me Toipo toipo toipo.....
Sound of ants under the ground.
The life could be gone by tomorrow.
If heat was of meat in the seat.
Be discret.
Stop stop stop.
What is this?
A mucked about to get f**ked up poem.
Now here is begins.
I pull you up here you are.
I hung you tight hold you towards me.
Squeezing you against my chest.
Broken into pieces.
A mirror like face.
Who could ever care if your a disgrace.
Old times, new times, good times.
The fuzzy t.v a picture of mystery.
Rats going by your feet.
Rubbish filled up high.
One day till you die.
Castle high for me Toipo toipo toipo.....
Be discret."
I'm actually crying.
What is this