Friday, May 30, 2014

Last Alarm

When you have million different notes, I have billion

My last alarm rings and I still wide awake

I haven’t packed my past, I just let it scattered

Some of it tied up behind the back of my brain

The ashes are my holy snow

Through the horizon, through the valley

The devils inside my head are going to blow

Ready to invade the class of fools verbally

Turning the radio on too loud

Counting down every inch of our conversation in this roundabout

Bet my pride in a russian roulette

Only denial is the best as much as I can get


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