Nedvudki

In a perfect world In a perfect heart In a perfect lie In your cold lone cry In the perfect rain In the perfect pain There is always blame In these perfect tears I can see me die Misery like in these songs Breaking me down The CD is turning round and round The devil in the midnight mass Waving his red flag This suffering deep from your eyes The worker bees make their escape On pins and needles made of fallen leaves Where is the line? of this surrender Being covered in cowardice Navy song fading in our minds The perfect world of sympathy These plans;just burn the evidence In a perfect world, the mirror breaks In a perfe