Wednesday, March 11, 2009
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Monsters - Electric President
(Press play,close your eyes and imagine yourself floating in space. Utter words below in musical tones and you'll sleep well.)
You've got no friends,
you've got no heartbeat,
your insides are rotten now.
So there's nothing to fix.
...
But I'm not your friend.
And I will not fix you.
My insides are hollow now.
So you're all on your own.