say for me to know it, you don't have to draw. As the evening rolled, we finally wiped the smiles from our faces. It wasn't as hard as we'd thought all
knife he cut I cannot bring you children this world is such a rut operation, operation snip & tie, snip & tie I had an operation a statement of our times
We could argue 'till we're blue in my face, adding assault to injury. Be gentle. It's my last time to shine, else I fall victim to the fists of time.
Ruffian, bear your scar. So you came to prove your might, and it's such a brutal sight. Jab right, left, uppercut... and on your face is pure delight
You are the only good suggestion. Truth in an age of question. And in my compassless digression, you give me sense of direction. I got it bad for you
And so again, my friends we've taken this conversation to its bitter end. I need to cut my tongue, before it cuts us down. We spit them out like spears
sorry. I'll go. Without warning came this feeling lacking reason, just the kind I hate. Found no good strategy for change. I can tell you now that I am broken brain. Got a fist
