Monday, February 7, 2011

Gear

They'll be coming for me soon
They will be coming for you too
They catch you while your guard is down
They'll want to take you out around

You will laugh and joke and soon forget
Into the ribs the knife will stick

Where you once had sympathy
All is gone
Where you once had friends
All is gone

any
day
.

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