Throw me away.
2004-11-22 - 6:16 p.m.
disposable truth, empty words. given the chance, change would conquor me, enslave me, control me, lead me to the lonely grave. empty words, painful lies, listen but not act, suffering prceeds to death. hate becomes the shameless prelude to death, fear leading to an empty dispair. change means everything and nothing. we're all different, but we're all the same. we'll all face oblivion.
