I like my skeletons
I donīt want them gone
They are my skeletons
Iīve bred their kind
Ever since I was a child
But if you hide your skeletons
Donīt believe theyīre gone
They are still skeletons
Donīt be afraid
Look them in the eye and say
Itīs Never Too Late
Here in my garden the flowers are dead
I am a killer
Dark clouds blackens my day
Atomic winter
I hate the summer, I welcome the fall
I curse the season I was born
I like my skeletons...
My diagnosis, ADD
I got no patience
Roses wither before me
Rage is my fragrance
Atomic winter or silent spring
I bless the curse of being me
I like my skeletons...
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