Halford - weaving sorrow
is my instant thought
You never know me 'cause I won't let you in
That's all I am is on the surface
Always concealing what is lying within
Ain't feelin' guilt when there's no purpose
It's too late to turn around
No tomorrow
Obvious truths are for the dumb and the weak
Go on pretending in your fake world
Bring your insanity but don't ever speak
Your fucking life is like a circus
It's too late to turn around
No tomorrow
It's your fate today
You're weaving sorrow
It's too late to turn around
No tomorrow
It's your fate today
You're weaving sorrow -
LACHMAN, PATRICK/HALFORD, ROB/BAXTER, JOHNhttp://youtu.be/9shGGStdELki want the live version
for poetry through the ceiling.
ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"this kinda thread reminds me of those people who set fire to their own genitals for attention" ~ dunkman