sábado, janeiro 19, 2002

"Every finger in the room is pointing at me
I wanna spit in their faces then I get afraid of what that could bring
I got a bowling ball in my somach, I got a desert in my mouth
Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now...

(...)

Got a kick for a dog, beggin' for love
Gotta have my sufferingso that I can have my cross
I know a cat named easter, he says will you ever learn
You're just an empty cage girl if you kill the bird

I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I've been raising up my hands- drive another nail in
Got enough guilt to start my own religion..." - crucify - tori amos

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