2004-03-01 - 10:59 a.m. - the fall because there is no bottom there is only a floor that falls through and that floor is hard as iron and that floor is black as carbon but there's just one thing it's there to do and that is catch you when you're falling with an impact that is mauling and just when you think you can take no more when you feel you hit rock bottom you find out there is no bottom just another fall to another floor so I have been caught in the web of a spider and I have been beaten and battered by brutes and I have been seduced by devilish laughter and I am a victim of passion and cutes and I have been used up and left in the gutter and I have been wasted and waished I was dead and I have been betrayed by promises of love and I am a victim of dreams in my head and the words that were said and the words never said in and out of the bed hunger must be fed and it goes down down down where nothing is found found found passion and death first and last breath buried inside so deep it comes in your sleep where promises keep and lovers leap into that hole in the sky where dreams go to fly and fall waiting inside of us all and it goes down down down where nothing is found found found you can not hit bottom because there is no bottom there is only a floor that falls through and that floor is hard as iron and that floor is black as carbon but there's just one thing it's there to do and that is catch you when you're falling with an impact that is mauling and just when you think you can take no more when you feel you hit rock bottom you find out there is no bottom just another fall to another floor and it goes down down down where nothing is found found found so I have been caught in the web of a spider and I have been beaten and battered by brutes and I have been seduced by devilish laughter and I am a victim of passion and cutes and I have been used up and left in the gutter and I have been wasted and waished I was dead and I have been betrayed by promises of love and I am a victim of dreams in my head and the words that were said and the words never said in and out of the bed hunger must be fed and it goes down down down where nothing is found found found passion and death first and last breath buried inside so deep it comes in your sleep where promises keep and lovers leap into that hole in the sky where dreams go to fly and fall waiting inside of us all � � |
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