requiem memories: beyond our dreams?
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Time Is Running Out.
I think I'm drowning,
Asphyxiated.
I want to break the spell,
That you've created.
You're something beautiful.
A contradiction.
I wanna play the game.
I want the friction.
I want the friction.
You
Will be the death of me.
Yeah, you
Will be the death of me.
Bury it
I won't let you bury it.
I won't let you smother it.
I won't let you murder it.
But our time is running out.
You can't push it underground.
You can't stop it screaming out.
| unendability
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