compass backwards
he sat down with the weight of a lake and said 'i think it's time you leaarnt to feel the difference between friends and famine'
somewhere without the amber waves he leads me with a smile and a bad smell. take the cold and attractive hand, the brushed metal arm of the laws of life >getting down so down ain't so low no more< buried in another built anthill,
forget about the amber waves,
forget about the choice that saves or takes away.
but you did this to yourself you did this to yourself and you still think it's a good idea.
somewhere without the amber waves he leads me with a smile and a bad smell. take the cold and attractive hand, the brushed metal arm of the laws of life >getting down so down ain't so low no more< buried in another built anthill,
forget about the amber waves,
forget about the choice that saves or takes away.
but you did this to yourself you did this to yourself and you still think it's a good idea.