jan_17_2013

Stop you're trying to bruise my mind

I can do it on my own

Stop you're trying to kill my time

It's been my death since I was born

I don't remember half the time if I'm hiding or I'm lost

But I'm on my way, on my way

Is it to the sky?

Is it to the sky?

Searching for the ground with my good eye closed

~Soundgarden

 

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