Of the one, or that fiery death that never ends To the heart of its description Go through great changing of conciseness It becomes what becomes the lesse

Of the one, or that fiery death that never ends To the heart of its description Go through great changing of conciseness It becomes what becomes the lesser, not to much more and not of us. And without whining (or any sad crap) One crappy song, you know is very much like this place Goes the same way and that is: “Thanks to you, and me, it’s super awesome! I’m leaving all the bad times behind.“