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The man without a face,no place for him to stay
‘cause he can’t pretend.
Time the price to pay,my mind I must betray
Here…here,at the bottom of the lake.
Cold and frightened doing scary steps,
From the wall a ghost appears.
It seems like being his loneliness
That he must admit he thrills,
Here…here,at the bottom of the lake.
Running faster to the final door,
Chasing time but he can take no more…
Rotten conscience that is flying free,
Haunting him for all eternity.
Time the price to pay…
My body lie and pray,
Here…here,at the bottom of the lake….
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13-10-2008 @ 12:43 | I liked it...
Needs a bit of work here and there but very good try!
Ι liked the idea of the lake!
Καλη σου νυχτα
::yes.:: ::up.:: | | Masvidal
13-10-2008 @ 13:52 | Πραγματι,ηταν απο τις πρωτες μου αποπειρες συγγραφης ξενου στιχου,αρκετα χρονια πριν.Ευχαριστω για το σχολιο. | | love2dance
10-10-2015 @ 00:19 | πολυ καλοι στιχοι !ρυθμος , ωραιο! | | Masvidal
15-10-2015 @ 20:51 | Ευχαριστώ !!!!
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