This is where the spider crawls, climbing up the spout again. But you know, he always falls when we wash him down the drain. Mercy is as mercy shows, so we won't ignore his pain. But you know, we never know when he might be back again.
So one, two, three – ready, aim, make him run in circles. On to war! Standing on the front line. By myself, waiting for the punch-line. Take them out. And I think they want more. Make them fade. This is what they die for.
If I were an angel, I'd wish I were a shooting star. If I were a shooting star, I'd wish I were a cannonball. This is where the story ends. Will the weak destroy the strong? If this is how the book is read, then I'd better go along.
released November 25, 2010
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