7 acessos
I have no emotion; I have no devotion just empty motions, oceans of motions intent on ego promotion. No elation, just devastation, supplication seems a foreign creation.
Barren and beaten and bruised is the briar-ridden, torn land of my heart, my cries are lies from conceitful eyes I won't shimmer in this complacency. I won't settle for this false me.