MrVirsaitis

We fabricate our demons
Invite them into our homes
Have supper with the aliens
And fight the war alone
We conjure up our skeletons
Enlist the den of theives
Frightened from our closets
Then sewn upon our sleeves


In the stream of consciousness
There is a river crying
Living comes much easier
Once we admit (that)
We're dying

man ir savs viedoklis šai visā sakarā! tam nebūs būt grozītam!


UPD: un iepūtiet man! ;)