2 de dez de 2014

Four (My) Rusted Horses

Ride this dying carousel
Four rusted horses strangled by their own rope

Where children love are singing
We'll know that their tied hearts had broke

That their tied hearts had broke

Everyone will come, everyone will come
To my funeral to make sure that I stay dead


Forbidden in Heaven and useless in Hell

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