02-07-2003, 11:28 PM
Quote:Once upon a long time ago lived a humble puppet maker
His son lost and died
Blamed himself as he tried
To sell his soul ever after
I have the power if you have the nerve
You will be mine
My request you will serve
A flash of his tail and a spread of his wings
I hold the power
The devil did sing
Signed in blood along a dotted line
By the silence
Here's the soul of your boy
As I promised, in this toy
Pull his strings and hear my laughter
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Do that voodoo that you do, so well ~>
HITTING BOTTOM ISN'T A WEEKEND RETREAT! IT'S NOT A SEMINAR! ONLY AFTER YOU'VE LOST EVERYTHING ARE YOU FREE TO DO ANYTHING! YOU SEE, YOU LISTEN, BUT YOU DON'T GET IT! YOU HAVE TO FORGET EVERYTHING YOU KNOW, EVERYTHING YOU THINK YOU KNOW!
Do that voodoo that you do, so well ~>
HITTING BOTTOM ISN'T A WEEKEND RETREAT! IT'S NOT A SEMINAR! ONLY AFTER YOU'VE LOST EVERYTHING ARE YOU FREE TO DO ANYTHING! YOU SEE, YOU LISTEN, BUT YOU DON'T GET IT! YOU HAVE TO FORGET EVERYTHING YOU KNOW, EVERYTHING YOU THINK YOU KNOW!