June 2010
May 2010
Can you give me sanctuary I must find a place to hide A place for me to hide Can you find me soft asylum I can’t make it anymore The Man is at the door
-Father?-Yes, son?-I want to kill you… -Mother? -I want to… fuck you!!!.
Come on, come on, Come on, come on Now, touch me, babe. Can’t you see that I am not afraid? What was that promise that you made? Why won’t you tell me what she said? What was that promise that you made?
