e-Rot.icon - Epitome

Out of out of an observation through an undead nation

Should I believe in things I've never thought is right

A narrow opening, lips burning, drink too sour

And if you see a kite we could be flying high

And if it's ok that now you're laughing over someone

And i'm sure you will have a happy time to be

And if you touch the sky your feet hand glide on upside

The smile is seize to siege for everybody so..

Why ?

And I was wrong quite right cha' never told me to shut up

There are crazy things that trying to be hide

I stay awake all night as long as I have me..hey..

Bury a cheese of mice so we could be nice for life

How?how?how?

Hooooo.......OOOooooo

Hooooo.......Oooooooo

So i need you..