terça-feira, 21 de julho de 2009

Back to the wall

All those sheeps sharing informations,
Noisy and creepy needles, needing skins,
Sharing things like fear and fondness,
Well well, are you starting to fell nervous?

My lips can handle while you stare me this way,
But will my white teeth be white for all this time?
Move your heart for those trumpets screaming outloud,
Maybe music can save you from yourself.