Sunday, August 3, 2008


Situation overload
I think I'm losing all control
No one left to guide this gun
My soul is jaded, my mind undone
Killing a life I found one year
You fly in mass, you go by ear
Grudgingly I stepped on my enemy's head
It was the finishing moment that brought me dread
Tomorrow maybe but today is worn
Find the left-sided mystery that's in store

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