Vārdi: Cadillac Blindside. These Liquid Lungs. Wielders Of The Poison Pen.

back for more again? well now, where should we begin? but you didn't here this from me, keep it under lock and key. it's more than a magic trick, it's an illusion. not on your eyes, but your morality. you wake up on a sunday morning and you've got to believe in something. cause you've got to stay, yeah you've got to stay under someone's control at all times. or maybe this sunday morning you can put your faith in one thing. that you're alive today, and no one else should state ten rules to live out your life. they start when you're five, telling you why you're alive. is it strange or is it just me? or are those mirrors that i see?