Автор: Mr. Strange

When you look at me From your own century I may seem to be Strange archeology But when the winds

Feel free to comprehend what I see will never end it can’t be now that life is gone it’s too

Goodbye, cruel world, I’m leaving you today. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. Goodbye all you people, There’s nothing you can say, To

«Tonight your soul sleeps, but one day you will feel real pain, maybe then you will see mee as I

Hey you rotting in your alcoholic shell Banging on the walls of your intoxicated mind Do you ever wonder why

Started a search to no avail a light that shines behind the veil trying to find it And all around

I’ve feeling I may not be coming down from this, I was searching through the heavens and somehow I slipped,