Is this what you think of me, so hollow?. Seems to take the place of things left behind. Is this what becomes of us, never to be defined. Thoughts still left unsaid and.
My name is Frank. Amn't I cool, guess what?. U2 went to my school!. . Worlds apart x3. But never closer. . I touch kids (with my music). I use my axe (Code word for dick).
Walking without armor amongst men with swords for tongues. I find that this conception of what our lives really mean to be malleable.. So let the new debasers trample the works of Des Cartes.
I wonder why I gave up the promises I made to the moon. and the stars in your name?. We both came to this conclusion for which the answers are the evidence..
When counting on contingencies and sailing on uncharted seas,. my sweet desert rose guides me home.. Sihayya - my home.. 2 moons in the path I see.. New moon reveal yourself to me..
Say, Sayyadina, how do you get so far?. Do you think in the years to come they'll think of you. and scream out "MARTYR!!". If you think this lacks sacrifice,.