i need ur help.
Pretty.... Shiny.... Bloody....Yummy
PRESIDENT OF THE IDIOTS CLUB
I hear a devil with the voice of true believing
i hear promises to stay
but i hear footsteps that are leaving...
You cant jump the track
were like cars ona cable
and lifes like an hour glass
glued to the table
and no one can find the rewind button boys
so cradle your head in your hands and breathe
just like everybody else