Monday, December 15, 2008

Contemptuous Lyrics By Napalm Death

Sadness, despair. =
Sometimes the things I cherish, sometimes that all I=B9ve got.
And that=B9s enough.
Bitterness, anger.
Man made torture, not to be shared.
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