Perfectly Nothing
It was just before the bloody morning
Everything stayed the same but the king
Sun sucked the blood on the floor
Between the darkness and the sun was a war
And in the purgatory someone was questioning
When there left only one thing:
Perfectly nothing
Kayıt Tarihi : 6.6.2001 17:52:00
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