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Counting seconds for blowing this world up (Other) by Prince of Void Counting seconds for even the dying light
It's madness no faith for healing
I canât stop counting on
Unless taking my own destiny down
In the empty pocket
Walking along the Empty Street
Wandering around for the last sign
Try up nothing is up
So nowhere I can settle down
Just the madness of going on
Counting days I couldnât figure out
Only the same sight
Appearing to my eyes
I'am staring at world how it lies
Counting seconds for blowing this world up
And its lies
Up the ladder:
If I knew
Down the ladder:
To Hate Love Is To Love Hate
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Posted: July 29, 2004 12:06 PM PDT; Last modified: July 29, 2004 12:06 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.9403987 Overall Rank: 9111 Comments:
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Bachus @ 24.130.62.63
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29-Jul-04/9:54 PM
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That was a skid mark, really, did the world lie to you son? Pull up your britches, and learn to lie better.
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Prince of Void @ 80.253.129.130
> Bachus
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31-Jul-04/2:40 PM
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You are right ..the world lie to me...i start to choose the different path of life ....made my own identity base on my faith and my choise...so it took years i become a mystic ..with hiden power of vision that i got it mysteriously
Muddled. where's the story, bud?
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