söndag 19 april 2009

Bat out of hell


Then Im dying on the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun

Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike

And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell

And the last thing I see is my heart
Still beating
Breaking out of my body
And flying away

Like a bat out of hell

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