From The Warnings I've Seen
My Funeral Was Strange You Said
Some Coffins Say My Life Cannot Be Gothic
Alas, The Letter Of Your Day Makes Me Kill
Alas, Everyone's Jealous When The Mausoleum Lies By
To Stop Its Wickedness
There Is No Window To Receive Me On My Deadly And Red River
Turns Your Girl To A Star
Friday, January 21, 2011
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