Tell me your story or what you wrote. This drink burns my throat What little I had wasn't trash, it was gold Lies are like bull horns old The children have forgotten how to fly Cowardly murderer, you even made the devil cry A man who wore a mask and was tied He hadn't done nothing, but he died I'm talking about a true hero I saw die in that place where the sky like so dry A girl who cast a spell on me reason. But they expelled me no season. I want to shake hands with someone famous The arrogant one is always the flames I just wanted to ease the hidden pain Like a soldier who dreamed of his fain. The children can't play anymore of spy Cowardly murderer, you even made the devil cry I always wondered how that trick was done Don't stop now, it's perfect, gone. We want to see this guy's show elated. I confess I'm scared, but satisfied Where is the entrance to joy? Let’s Beckon. Here I can't play without a weapon Old friends leave and new friendships arise The children can no longer play Cowardly murderer, you even made the devil cry Penicillin cures everything ever Except its own poison, however Not every day is a life for two expect It's all love, affection, there are suspects. The children here can no longer play Cowardly murderer, you even made the devil cry Envy, greed and tragedy. Thus ends our story turgid. The children can no longer play Cowardly murderer, you even made the devil cry Dib.
