Monday, December 14, 2009

Song writing machine.

Only a section of "trojan horse"

They found the paperwork under your mattress
and your footprint on the stool
i bet you loved kicking it, didn't you
i bet you fucking did.

you showed up, the trojan horse
with your minions hiding inside
waiting for the perfect time to attack
and build up your ego and pride

i got bigger heads than you, my friend.
i got bigger heads than you, my friend.
ive cut bigger threads than you, my friend.
i got bigger heads than you, my friend.

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