Pět minut slávy

This vid is aboat my class and aboat people in general. Wheep.

Five minuts of fame:

So you where a big animal?
Show me some paper prove of it!
You where V I P? I´d say "Oh no",
Heaven is only ment for the invited...

In the shadow of stuck-on lashes
Someone has his five minutes of fame.
Noone ever says hallo to her,
And that one is thinking of hangining himself.
A naked butterfly with wings made of klishé
Glitters on fake pride

For newface wrincles, old dirt,
We have a cure called SLANDER,
On the heads, where emptynes stomps
We smack a tupe full of locks

Heaven is made out of paper
And stars wher custom-crafted
By the devil from fake gold
The world is a boring ball of filth
And the whole universe is a god-like scarab

The traged giggles
The clown whept for a moment
The director shudderd behind his curtain
And quietly he shouted
"Children, just make it pretty!"


In the shadow of stuck-on lashes
Someone has his five minutes of fame.
Noone ever says hallo to her,
And that one is thinking of hangining himself.

We can play paine, love, guilt,
Shade tears of glicerin,
Dasterdly villain screams like a lion
Sraying ketchup blood!

Category:

People & Blogs

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• Václev
• noid
• bárta
• martin
• pošta
• elixír
• života
• exnárova
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[Lucylle]

Toi je složitý.

[DiasCZ]

wtf