torsdag 8. januar 2009

Shape.

Don't force me to praise that statue,
don't tell me that I'm wrong with my virtue...

I got my own shape and you got yours.

I live my life in my beautiful world,
freedom, freedom... more freedom!

Don't judge a book by it's cover,
my life is revolving on a black flower.

Why don't you look at your corruptive belief?
Why don't you judge the religion you live?

For ya'll we are sinners,
for ya'll we are hopeless,
and for ya'll we are stupid as shit.

You're wrong! Indeed! So wrong!
your's are done while ours still stand!

Why don't you open your eyes?!
Foolish animals, ya'll believe in lies!

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