souls, by Peaches Subscribe to rss feed for Peaches

the soul is left to carry on
when the mind and body gone
when the devil comes along
the soul is there to sell

one thing that resists me more
every soul is said so pure
and yet you take a deathly tour
and then you fall to hell 
Posted: 2009-06-16 08:48:07 UTC

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2010-08-03 18:50:18My.Lovenote.Has.Gone.Flat.XO
i love this one