one more day
one more day one more way nothing more to do or say it's just a bowl and just a high and the monster lives on I can remember a day when the world was round and now I see it's flat and grey love is dieing it fades away when there's nothing left to do or say spun out with my gun put I stalk the streets of rage so who will it be and what will I see when every thing turns to dead??
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