Tekster:
D B S If Life Were A Result We D All Be Dead

advantage. This time we'll spit in the face of a vengeful god that blackmails us: The only way to do something right is to be slapped with a fucking threat

Passed down through a backwards time, another lie made by history. And I can't believe you still believe this shit, I guess time builds immovable stones

What's the point in your scavenger hunt? Don't you think that some things should be left unfound? What's the point to this scavenger hunt? Spending every

if you're here or there or anywhere? Nothing in this life is ever done. If life were a result we'd all be dead. Nothing stays for good; it's washed away

you wondering if I'm thinking the exact same way thirty-four miles away? I've been lying around. I still smell you here. I've been reading a note that