Letra de A Dagger Through The Heart Of St.Angeles

Plaid skirts that hide love walk in single file. Ties that restrict blood to the brain. Passing notes in math class, (freedom ware your scars of desire), itò€™s a coming of age story, (freedom ware your scars of desire), conflicting impulses, (freedom wear your scars of desire) cuts seem they must bleach ur skin. Iò€™ve read this book before. Anxious eyes stare out of warped glass waiting for the 3 oò€™clock bell. Iò€™m trying hard to forget that cold october day, when love challenged freedom to a fist fight, freedom looked victorious but no one was expecting the outcome on that baseball diamond when love reached beneath her plaid jumper, pulled out a switch blade and drove itò€² directly through the heart of st angeles. go...1Any notion of self government was left alone bleeding on the pitchers mound.