ну блин...ничего нового не происхожит,совсем!!!серьозно...всё одно и то же,день за днём,даже если что-то происходит новное,это не новизна,а кусок чего-то старого...нехорошо!!!чегот на Мэнсона пробила...о,вспомнила,я ж телефон свой Мэнсоном назвала,но вот не Мерлином,а просто Мэносоном....ему идёт,кста...ой песенка моя любимая....ваще мега песня.....

They slit our throats
Like we were flowers
And our milk has been devoured

chorus:
When you want it
It goes away too fast
When you hate it
It always seems to last
But just remember when you think you're free
The crack inside you fucking heart is me

(thought, not spoken): I wanna outrace the speed of pain for another day

I wish I could sleep
But I can't lay on my back
Because there's a knife
For everyday that I've known you

(chorus)

(thought, not spoken): I wanna outrace the speed of pain for another day

Lie to me, cry to me, give to me
I would
Lie with me, die with me, give to me
I would
Keep all your secrets wrapped in dead hair
I hope at least we die holding hands for always