No name, its just odd.

by Nikole   Dec 11, 2005


Fricking night of the living dead,
Nothings right
Nothings ahead.
Nobody cares
Nobody fears.
Everyone laughs
Everyone cheers.
But everyone lies
And everyone dies.
And nobodys truth
Is nothing to hide.
And that becomes,
Everyones crime.

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