Thu Apr 10, 2008 12:03 pm
That old Thorne in CoS' side...
I don't know what I am, I don't know where I've been, human junk, just words and so much skin.
Stick my hands through the cage of this endless routine, just some flesh, caught in this big, broken machine.
Stick my hands through the cage of this endless routine, just some flesh, caught in this big, broken machine.
