... Walking through the unforgiving desert, there are multiples of me... waiting the moment to rise up from the shades and destroy me.
Who's the trigger?... Who's the one?.
The next time you do something like this, I'll finally kill you. I got the cold gun in my hands...
My own natural selection.
lunes, 15 de junio de 2009
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