| Current mood: |  tired |
| Current music: | Orgy STILLLLL... |
This song means a lot...
Please die, Ana
For as long as you're here,
We're not
You make the sound of laughter
And sharper nails seem softer
And I need you now,
S o m e h o w
Open fire
On my needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire
On my needs desires
What I need from you
Imagine pageant
In my head
The flesh seems thicker
Sandpaper tears corrode the film
And I need you now,
S o m e h o w
Open fire
On my needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire
On my needs desires
What I need from you
And you're my obsession
I love you to the bones
And Ana wrecks your life
Like an anorexia life
Open fire
On my needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire
On my needs desires
What I need from you
Open fire
On my needs designed
Open fire
On my needs designed
On my knees for you
Silverchair : Ana's Song
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