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Session #43 - epilog

Being a boy:

 

When I was a boy

I was living in land of good and fun

When I was a boy

I knew where the key to the land of dreams is

When I was a boy

I were there all day and all night

When I was a boy……..

 

Now I’m not a boy

I’m not living in the peaceful place

Now I’m not a boy

I’m not living in land of good and fun

Now I’m not a boy

I can’t find the key to the land of dreams

Now I’m not a boy……...

 

Now I’m one of them

One of the people

Now I’m one of them

People who don’t see anything

Now I’m one of them

But……….

 

In my eyes there is a flicker of hope

A spark which is shining stronger than any darkness

A spark which can work wonders…………

A spark which is remains of boy…….

 

Boy………. Who was ME……

 

 

(Remains of death boy)

 

(LUX OCCULTA - Yet Another Armagedon)

13 grudnia 2002   Komentarze (8)
anarchysta
15 grudnia 2002 o 11:09
A czyja to piosenka...??.....Qrcze nie wiedziałem że umiem wymyślać piosenki......
tylko_Ola
14 grudnia 2002 o 21:48
no to ja moze tak w języku ojczystym :) mimo wszystko ładna piosenka :)
100.000ofBARBARIANS
14 grudnia 2002 o 17:56
"KILLboy powerhead..."
rebeliantka
14 grudnia 2002 o 17:29
18 til I die
safety.pin
13 grudnia 2002 o 20:17
7ja tan jestem jak narazie GIRL i mi z tym dobrze... wcale nie chce dorastac!!! ale tobie sie to udalo (i wyglada na to ze chciales) wiec GRATULUJE :)
mój szaro-złoty blog
13 grudnia 2002 o 18:31
Listem to me like you never have:Now you are not a boy,because you have feelings like an adult people
klapcio
13 grudnia 2002 o 16:14
oh fuck !!!nie zrobiło odstępów wrrrr
kłapouszek
13 grudnia 2002 o 16:13
I hate world double dealing Born clowns Persons of quality Soldiers Beggars I'm not like them They might do with me as they liked I never asked forgiveness I can't stop to save my soul I'm not like them They keep abreast of the times Are suspicious of strangers They didn't need to feel the sorrow They've stripped of all feeling Are source to self destruction All what was passed I'm not like them My misery friend You're like them But I see faith in your eyes Decide just what you believe Back to the meaning of life I'm not like them The pressure upon you is so unreal Boredom sets into the boring mind You've been dying since the day you were born Choose freedom or die of starvation It's all one to me It's up to you

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