7 April 2012
(v1) Your problems reflect in a mirror of red, Face yourself - take a good hard look! You're inhabitable, you look dead, I've been shown the snake that sheds;
All you do is move your problems onto us, Strangle the fathers, bury the bodies, Strangle the fathers, say that you're sorry.
Apologise, It's the coldest fight, We're not meant to be vicious; equipped with venomous bites.
Smoking (hobby Not A Habit) • Opuss № I