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Entries Me Exits Past


Rawrrr!


Fabian Koh Hong Yi
Temasek Polytechnic, Mechatronics
23rd November 1992

Scream At Me



Saturday, July 5, 2008

Lyrics for, NJ Falls Into The Atlantic.

It's 4 am and we will stalk again.
The princess and your better queen. On the fourth day of july. Deep in summer's eye, Naked like the truth should always be. So speak your mind. (Dont folow, with your foot) All this pain here. (All comes from, your trial) I won't listen. (Your memory, is bleeding) My lies are faced with blue. Coming straight from off the wires. Southern face and drunken father. Crying as shes carving in her flesh. It's 4 am and we will stalk again. The princess and your better queen. On the fourth day of july Deep in summer's eye, Naked like the truth should always be. This falls on (All palm trees, and trash heaps). This burning bed (Where my eyes, will not sleep). Watching romance from a far, See bleeding from the glass on my feet. Learning I love the smell of flesh. It's 4 am and we will stalk again. The princess and your better queen. On the fourth day of july Deep in summer's eye, Naked like the truth should always be. An angel, on his two knees. Arms stretched, toward a red sea Of violence, and assultry done. The scenic, view of carnage. Caused by, the sore in his hands. The beauty resonates in birth. Its plain to see, the wind beneath the trees. Flowing free, the summer breeze is sweet. But in this place, I'm choked by my own air. I love the taste, of your blackened lips. It's 4 am and we will stalk again. The princess and your better queen. On the fourth day of july. Deep in summer's eye, Naked like the truth should always be.

Oh yes, Happy Birthday to my now 17th year old brother, Varian Koh Hong De.

Wooo.

I think I get to watch Hancock today. :D With family at Vivo City later on, it's better than nothing I guess. Heh.
Oh yes, enjoy the song by Light This city, it's good. Really. Oh yes, I'll stop blogging now, till later in the night.