We laughed at the misery
Danced upon the danger
above all we fell in love with our sinful ways
And in this theme park they call the universe
We held our heads high to see nothing but wait
Take my hand but don't hold tight
We're antisipating the best of the worse
As we stand here in line
for the judgement of character
And not far from the cotton candy machine
hell awaits us

06/04/2009

Posted on 06/04/2009
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