17:08

DM.

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Dream On


As your bony fingers close around me
Long and spindly
Death becomes me
Heaven can you see what I see

Hey you pale and sickly child
You're death and living reconciled
Been walking home a crooked mile

Paying debt to karma
You party for a living
What you take won't kill you
But careful what you're giving

There's no time for hesitating
Pain is ready, pain is waiting
Primed to do it's educating

Unwanted, uninvited kin
It creeps beneath your crawling skin
It lives without it lives within you

Feel the fever coming
You're shaking and twitching
You can scratch all over
But that won't stop you itching

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@музыка: Depeche Mode - Dream On

@настроение: 101.

@темы: Сдвиг по музыке, фанатичный экстаз

Комментарии
21.12.2009 в 01:06

Убийца?Убийца среди нас,офицеров СС?
я вот полюбила их после последнего альбома...они не изменяют традициям, но и не стареют...
22.12.2009 в 22:18

There's no justice in the world and there never was. (c)
Отличный перевод! Сопру себе.. можно?)
22.12.2009 в 22:48

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SunflowerLurdes
конечно! :buddy: