venerdì, 01 maggio 2009 - 00:17
Feeling radically in cotton, purified in my satin. But the bomb of the season is a Velvet Revolution. I look at the sky and I see the tears of the prophets crying. I look at the sky and feel the rain of tears. Feeling radically in cotton, purified in my satin. But the bomb of the season is a Velvet Revolution. All you killers of the children there's a new commandament: the true divine Creator wants a Velvet Revolution. Feeling radically in cotton, purified in my satin. But the bomb of the season is a Velvet Revolution. I look at the sky and I see the tears of the prophets crying. I look at the sky and feel the rain of tears. Feeling radically in cotton, purified in my satin. But the bomb of the season is a Velvet Revolution. All you killers of the children there's a new commandament: the true divine Creator wants a Velvet Revolution. Feeling radically in cotton, purified in my satin. But the bomb of the season is a Velvet Revolution. I look at the sky and I see the tears of the prophets crying. I look at the sky and feel the rain of tears. Feeling radically in cotton, purified in my satin. But the bomb of the season is a Velvet Revolution. All you killers of the children there's a new commandament: the true divine Creator wants a Velvet Revolution.
Feeling radically in cotton, purified in my satin. But the bomb of the season is a Velvet Revolution. I look at the sky and I see the tears of the prophets crying. I look at the sky and feel the rain of tears. Feeling radically in cotton, purified in my satin. But the bomb of the season is a Velvet Revolution. All you killers of the children there's a new commandament: the true divine Creator wants a Velvet Revolution.