Cruelshow E

It's on your hands, bleh. You lack your skin scars. Oh, There's a life. It's a choice. It's not you. Under the light of the past, you are going So fast. Being reckless, you can give a fuck so Crash. There's no mirror, you can't be that nice and Fair. You have been changed, you are In the trap. Fuck, what's kind of stormy you Prefer? Is it replacement? What's kind of stormy you Prefer? Is Replacement? When you come back home, your Hands that saved You. Those are broken. The chains have been freed, they are ripped. You want to live your life as a Conductor and you start to talk. The smell death still on it. That little compassion is not for you. The power of water that flows and brings my Past self. Let me assure you she'll never come back. I start to heal your wounds and then you Wash it off. No rest for the guilty, you get the one-way Road. You cross my legs on your face in the Same position as her. What Do you see Above the stairs? You will feel tears and fears. Step by step you're not aching. I'm glad you're dying slowly, bitch