Автор: Mr. Strange

All of my stories are below (Below) Beneath the surface cannot grow (Grow, grow, grow) Curled and naked I defer (I defer) To

The anger, the pressure You’re choking down your words again Feel the nerves set in Unspoken frustration They see right

In the age of gold we sculpt with deads In the age of liberty the dread is reigning In the

Deep inside the eyes of the innocent child I witness the fire of life burning bright And suddenly everything’s seeming

Days vanish like hours — hours creep like days Pleasant pictures in my head Every breath like the wiff of

I cannot justify your envy But I will be understanding when you stay Then I will satisfy you in every

Boys talking down, I’ve got them diamonds in my mouth Boys talking down, I’ve got them diamonds in my mouth

Every time that I look into the mirror All these lines in my face getting clearer The past is gone

Take another look At yourself Tell me what do you see Your souls reflection is it what it used to