. All the tears we bled. Cut through like winters rain. Can't you feel the pain And if I could ever sleep again. I know till the end of time I'd hear. Their screams of pain. Dulce dulce decorum
With an air of indignation. Smiles a painted porcelain face. And we're supposed to trust this. Decorum has it's place. But you and I beyond that. With a question I might ask. "How suddenly the
Dans le bruit familier de la boîte à la mode . Aux lueurs psychédéliques au curieux décorum . Nous découvrons assis sur des chaises incommodes . Les derniers disques pop, poussés au maximum
