

Butterfly EffectNever too late to fight back. I saw the Pumpkins King His name was Jack. Smilin, yellin on your last side Screamin, lookin for a wonderful suicide. Rape these clouds threatening at me. Move the waves and whisper to the sky, Dark and irreligious is the Butterfly Effect. Let Monkeys fly and Eagles die. Maggots are coming and my hearts still beating Lying on your bed, tears are cleaning my black soul, My damn Past and my spare Future. Watch me through blinded glasses. I saw your face hided in thButterfly Effect
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