Junk in my trunk
Killed the hunk
We draw and we fight
Until the dusk of time.
We kill some time in the Trunk of our car
Duktaped hand and screaming for mercy.
Enywhere in the world i like,
I put on my awsome top hat.
Maybe you dislike,
squeling like a little rat.
As i go past the skyline and forward too the zepelin i see a man coming at me with a gun…
Hi, wanna see my marbels?
Yellow, green, blue, black, green.
Oh did i say green?
All the collors of the rainbow.
My whole childhood. Horse competitions, se those creature outside my window.
Im realy bored with those animals. Again again and again. My dad are a breeder. My parents ride, and they used too be trainer. my dad sells horse stuff. yea itss that bad.
By the needs of the people, we should be that more.
Even tho Ayen rand hated it we should atleast keep it in the back of our head.
The world would be a better place in the eyes of the needy and
worse in the eyes of the greedy. Im greedy…
Left, are i’m the one left? I go right… Maybe not. Do i stay here, yea probably.
An eternal ending. Dull, gray, the mist shrouds my sight makes it hard to see.
Mayby i would stay inside?