domingo, 11 de septiembre de 2011

Waking up dead inside of my head
We'll never never do there is no med
No medicine to take
I've had a chance to be insane
Asylum from the falling rain
I've had a chance to break

It's so bad it's got to be good
Mysterious girl misunderstood
Dressed like a wedding cake
Any other day and I might play a funeral march for born and bray
Why try and run away

Slow cheetah

Correré, no me detendré. Llegare hasta ese lugar que solía frecuentar. Ha llegado el invierno y no habrá quien lo detenga.