Woah, you might wanna save some money by digging your grave yourself, if you have enough time to do it between taking meds and forgetting what you were doing.
They don't get my soul, or my differences.
It's like a thousand thunderstorms.
The Dark,the Light.
The End of the facist conformity.
My parents hate me
I hate myself
And Digrar
Fin.
They don't get my soul, or my differences.
It's like a thousand thunderstorms.
The Dark,the Light.
The End of the facist conformity.
My parents hate me
I hate myself
And Digrar
Fin.
I feel your pain as though there is a conduit between your heart and my mind... Which would probably be very painful in itself.
They don't get my soul, or my differences.
It's like a thousand thunderstorms.
The Dark,the Light.
The End of the facist conformity.
My parents hate me
I hate myself
And Digrar
Fin.
Im moved.
...no seriously, I had to move.... this light on my screen is terrible....
They don't get my soul, or my differences.
It's like a thousand thunderstorms.
The Dark,the Light.
The End of the facist conformity.
My parents hate me
I hate myself
And Digrar
Fin.