Бросать на головы прохожих помидоры - путь к славе. Пусть и хлопотный, но скорый.
That's
When the ice
Will break away

I can't get out of here
Anymore
Cause none of my keys
Fit the door


There's fear and anger
Hate and love
I must confess
It's out of hand

It's physic
It's cynic
Still cynic
All my laughter

It's cynic
Just manic
It's cynic
All her laughter

If there's anyone in
It soon will be over
We'll burn out
Our soul's aflamed
And we're on our own now
Give up you cruel invasion
You're insane I'll show you

I didn't know
I couldn't hear the answer
My mind was blank
I should've known
I hold it back but somehow
There is someone else
Another stranger me

Another stranger me
(c)

А завтра к вечеру будет новый дизайн.

@темы: NY resolutions, Мысли вслух