Have lost the world,
Don’t like anything bold,
m.fs create all frustrations,
Hell is around all the creation.
I couldn’t feel the care,
I couldn’t pay the fare,
I couldn’t make it bare,
I couldn’t break the door.
All the m.f people,
Crashing my minds down,
I wanted to be a loner,
To prove the sucking moaners.
All I could do is smash a boiled egg,
Yeah, smash a boiled egg.
Counted numbers from back to one,
Lest I would have won,
Sucking love came into existence,
The end of this fucking resistance.
Friday, October 11, 2002
Boiled Egg
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