Mis amados lectores, hoy no hay imágenes porque me siento miserablemente triste, devastado y sólo puedo seguir descendiendo en esta espiral hacia el infierno. Disfruten esta canción…
A decade ago, I never thought I would be,
At twenty three, on the verge of spontaneous combustion.
Woe-is-me.
But I guess that it comes with the territory;
An ominous landscape of never ending calamity.
I need you to hear, I need you to see that I have had all I can take and
Exploding seems like a definite possibility to me.
So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I’ve had enough of the world and it’s people’s mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me….I’ll never be the same.
Not two days ago, I was having a look in a book
And I saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees.
I said, «I can relate,» ‘cause lately I’ve been thinking of combustication
As a welcomed vacation from the burdens of the planet earth.
Like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-D…
And thinking so much differently.
So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I’ve had enough of the world and it’s people’s mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me….I’ll never be the same
EDI TIMES 