Well i stand but going, disturbing my life
I think in staying but this life is unreal
But i know i need it, cause i must breed
And i try to blink everyday
I left the crying for long
All to blame, a game to play
It's stupid... I don't feel it
domingo, agosto 28, 2005
segunda-feira, agosto 22, 2005
Arts est celare artem (A arte está em esconder a arte)
Adoptio naturam imitarum, Mala ultro adsunt
Nihil vero incerta quam ejus hora, Injuriarum remedium est oblivio
Fortuna belli, Alea jacta
Dies posterior prioris est discipulus
Dies posterior prioris est discipulus
Nihil vero incerta quam ejus hora, Injuriarum remedium est oblivio
Fortuna belli, Alea jacta
Dies posterior prioris est discipulus
Dies posterior prioris est discipulus
terça-feira, agosto 16, 2005
From the "Bring It"
Stand on my own, everything i scratch
I say i wasn't addicted, shit disapear
Bring it back at time
Looking myself, i'm sorry
Something for you, wrong with you
Bring it back at time
Sleep inside, never be
Fade away
Set the brains
Stand the figth
Bring it back at time
I say i wasn't addicted, shit disapear
Bring it back at time
Looking myself, i'm sorry
Something for you, wrong with you
Bring it back at time
Sleep inside, never be
Fade away
Set the brains
Stand the figth
Bring it back at time
terça-feira, agosto 02, 2005
Eclipse
A moon try to put all the blame in me
The moon to hide what the blind can see
The moon doesn't know how the sun can be
The sun can hide behind
The sun flame
Ohh
The moon to hide what the blind can see
The moon doesn't know how the sun can be
The sun can hide behind
The sun flame
Ohh
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