| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - The devil's creeping he is got us eating from his dirty hands We feast on lies Which makes it hard for us to make a stand Out in the desert There is a forest full of fallen trees it is what they want But it is not what we need Screaming at the ceiling does not make it better Slipped into a coma Lost my favorite sweater Ask them no more questions You will never catch them lying it is time to make our move
|
