martes, 30 de diciembre de 2008
miércoles, 24 de diciembre de 2008
domingo, 14 de diciembre de 2008
sábado, 6 de diciembre de 2008
But I'm a creep...
When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special
But I 'm a creep
I 'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
She's running out again
She's running out
She run, run, run run
Run
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here.
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special
But I 'm a creep
I 'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
She's running out again
She's running out
She run, run, run run
Run
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here.
miércoles, 3 de diciembre de 2008
martes, 2 de diciembre de 2008
Aplastando a la S.A.
domingo, 23 de noviembre de 2008
lunes, 10 de noviembre de 2008
martes, 7 de octubre de 2008
Puedo matar, Dios está de mi lado.
La constante expansión del mundo lo está convirtiendo en un completo basurero. Tal vez merezcamos morir tragados por un agujero negro, o una explosión que nos borre sin siquiera saberlo. Bombas caen en escuelas y jardines. Ancianos bien vestidos recogen cartones en la calle. Un negrito te mata porque vio que tu celular es brillante, o tus zapatillas caras. Los ricos engordan. Se corrompen, se nutren con las vidas que destruyen. Desde los tronos dorados, se ordena la muerte de los débiles. El grito de terror se ahoga con una mano gigantesca. En que creer si las cosas son tan negras?
De verdad.. merecemos este planeta?
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