antipunk

Another expense has been paid for..with blood and hands of war
We are the living ash of time, puffing on us like cigarettes
Flakey caught up in the wind forsaken and beaten
This is the mistake I regret for, this is the life I wished for
No, NO I WISHED FOR SOMETHING MORE!

No, no don't make the stars fall, No, no dont let me be lookin
Dont let me be looking dont let dont let me be cooking

yes...wait...what?!?!?????? I'm on the third plateueo