home of the obscure thoughts and works
of a loser who owns chelsea's soul ,
none of which are suitable for primetime.
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A well established lie
can be mistaken for the truth
Whispering lies to yourself
No ones listening
Why lie if
No ones listening
no ones listening
no ones listening
no ones freaking listening
Living a lie
Take off your mask
Telling their lies
Trying to create the truth
Whispering lies to yourself
No ones listening
Why lie if
No ones listening
no ones listening
no ones listening
no ones freaking listening
Established in 1992
Born in 1992
Living another lie
Telling all their lies
Hoping to become the truth
Time tried to fly
but this night
time crashed and burned
The clocks hands stand still
While its face looks on
Its hands stand still
While we stare
The night just wont end
Crash and burn
Away with the ashes of time
Crash and burn
Time tried to fly
but this night
time crashed and burned
The night has stayed past its welcome
It should be long gone
The night still lives on
When shall it die?
When shall it die?
Crash and burn
The night is now dead
Away with the ashes of time
For the night is now dead
Cut off its hands in a symbolic manner
The clock ticks no longer
CRASH AND BURN