Wednesday, May 23, 2007

we have a prescription to die-

blah oh blah.
depressed, depressed, depressed.
go away-

feels like crap.
go away.
please.
go away.


City of Delusion
- Muse

Stay, away from me
build a fortress and shield your beliefs
touch the divine as we fall in line

Can I believe
when I don't trust
all your theories turn to dust
I choose to hide
from the all seeing eye

Destroy this city of delusion
break these walls down
I will fight
justify my reasons with your blood

You will not rest
settle for less
until you guzzle and squander what's left

You're not divine
yet you live
and let die

Destroy this city of delusion
break these walls down
I will fight
justify my reasons with your blood

Destroy this city of delusion
break these walls down
I will fight
justify my reasons with your blood

Labels: when death is our physician.

the unkindest cut of all @ 12:29 PM