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here is my latest song, its still un-named so if you could come up with a name i would heart almost as much as i heart rein.





As the blood drains, so to do all of my pains, the slits on red, raw wrists, perfection is an infection that i do not wish to have.
There is pain.
There is love.
(most of it is bull s**t!)
there is a furry that keeps all men alive.
that furry is something i do not have...
unless i strive.



time goes on slowly and painfully.
life goes on even though it all ends the same.
what the hell is the point?
its like making a storm tame...
(It all ends the saaa-ame!)

we go on with our existance,
guns at our friends, and backs to our eeee-namies.
soon we will find.
this will all end worse then we thought.
(DOOOOOMSDAAAAAY!)
bombs being fired,
wars being fought,
killing and death,
no one even gave a thought...
(That was some ones kiiiiii-id)