Friday, September 7, 2012
i want to be a mirror then you would look at me i wouldn't care if it's not me you really want to see
you started to smell death
not human death
but some dogs were hit by cars
and this is your country
this is your city
you started to smell death
not human death
but animal
and you started to fear
not your death
but death in generally
the planet mother is waiting
you wait too
and you started to smell death
animalistic
because when you roll your ride
there's always a dead rat
on the way
and i rush
and i rush
and i rush
letting those corpses behind
there would be place for them
but in the insectarium
and you're so done with that
so long ago
you look so much less
all over the place
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