Advertisement

by The Royal Kingdom of Quebec » Sun Sep 06, 2020 1:28 pm

by Liventia » Sun Sep 06, 2020 1:37 pm

by Ioudaia » Sun Sep 06, 2020 1:38 pm

by Tikariot » Sun Sep 06, 2020 2:04 pm

by Kriegiersien » Mon Sep 07, 2020 4:25 am






by Diarcesia » Mon Sep 07, 2020 8:13 am

by Banija » Mon Sep 07, 2020 8:59 am

by Waisnor » Mon Sep 07, 2020 9:32 am

by Liventia » Mon Sep 07, 2020 12:24 pm

by Siovanija and Teusland » Mon Sep 07, 2020 12:57 pm
by Graintfjall » Mon Sep 07, 2020 1:09 pm

by Vilitan Union » Mon Sep 07, 2020 1:24 pm

Vilitan Union: 3 Stars of the Games



by South Newlandia » Mon Sep 07, 2020 1:34 pm

by Ioudaia » Mon Sep 07, 2020 1:42 pm

by Krytenia » Mon Sep 07, 2020 2:37 pm

by Main Nation Ministry » Mon Sep 07, 2020 2:53 pm

by Banija » Tue Sep 08, 2020 12:02 pm



by Graintfjall » Tue Sep 08, 2020 2:51 pm

by Kelssek » Thu Sep 10, 2020 8:26 am


by Darmen » Thu Sep 10, 2020 8:52 pm

by Liventia » Fri Sep 11, 2020 11:15 am
by Main Nation Ministry » Sun Sep 13, 2020 12:19 am
They found me cleaning knives
Washing with the gasoline
They got me all locked up
I wished I can't be seen
I say, now it starts with this slick
Getting out his large silver gat
He laid down several caps now
Turning me into a dead black cat
The carpet was stained with blood
I never got a chance to say a vow
Without a chance in life
Reap what you sow
He didn't look like a sweetheart
"It's nothing personal, princess" he joked
Polishing the brains from his boots
Having the anger evoked
Then I found out his house, saying
"Life is unpredictable it seems"
The moment I pull out my blade
All I heard was screams
To think that he had forgotten
That he should have thought just now
Knowing I would be knocking on his doorstep
Reap what you sow
Currently stuck in death row
With a murder charge over my neck
They get the seats ready
To watch me as a trainwreck
(As a trainwreck)
They need to bring out Old Sparky
With words while they tie my noose
"I regret nothing
Even when I'm out of use"
The gallows should etch my name
Everyone's ready for the show
I'm glad he's not there
Reap what you fucking sow!
Now they be killing off the femme fatales
Sending them six feet below
If the revenge wasn't good enough
Reap what you fucking sow!
For our fate to be one
I was left on the floor
Trying to get to you
My choice can't be undone
I never wanted this
We're more than fri-ends
I can be your ghost
Looking for a house to haunt
I can be your ghost
I know truly what you want
For our fate to be one
The faint breeze of air
Will let you know I'm here
I will arrive at the lowered sun
Along with Hallow's Eve
Which I can truly arrive to the darkest night - of the moon
I can be your ghost
Looking for a house to haunt
I can be your ghost
I know truly what you want
I can be your ghost
Looking for a house to haunt
I'm invisible to you
I can be your ghost
Looking for a house to haunt
I can be your ghost
I know truly what you want
I can be your ghost
Looking for a house to haunt
I can be your ghost
Looking for a house to haunt
Advertisement
Users browsing this forum: Erroropolisish Paradystopia, Hundredstar, New Eestiball, Sel Appa
Advertisement