Friday, April 25, 2008

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dream ...



Because my heart is not in the mood tonight .. I am ..
flayed alive because life because j'me kills to live,
Because j'me kills to tell kids that heroes n'sont qu'dans books,
flayed because nothing j'comprends happiness, because every time
qu'j'y've tasted, I always ended in tears, I'm
scratched because I have trouble with love,
poetry when I'm suddenly hate is Bravery,
flayed alive, I love music as it is not allowed, I'm

flayed alive if you can tell them go ahead,
That when the rich make war it is the poor who die,
flayed qu'y'a because of the storm on the horizon,
And that your husband becomes a criminal because he loses his mind, I'm flayed
course, how to live differently?
When dreams are useless apart lie to children,
flayed alive when I built somehow,
A better life than the other and we just said,''is normal''

because I'm flayed j't'ai given a secret
Because I learned from others that the language was a traitor,
flayed, despite myself, despite the life
Because I was talking about the future when I am speaking only archival
flayed because we pretend to believe me, I wanted to make
Because of my passion the best of your history,
flayed when love fleurte with routine
And when I'm gonna try a rose fell on a buckshot,
Ecorchée to 15 years because I was told:'' you'll see,''

flayed since I was proven
merde / Someone passionate raise the world when the fallen leaves skeptics,
flayed alive when I am told qu'j'suis hope,
that Yeah, I'd enjoy my joy to not cry at night,
Ecorchée by unspoken and taboo,
Ecorchée this passion that has brought me closer to you, yeah
flayed by television, Who
proves to me every day a little more than the world does not revolve round
flayed alive because it is just a shit time,
Ecorchée because I live in my poems,
Because words have made me this little kid has problems, because
flayed being shackled my tears
It will anyway with a guy or a weapon,
flayed because there 's millions of kid who die, And I
whining my extra pounds of fat and butter,
flayed because the money would spoil me, sir
Because the agent believes manly when he sees us suffer,
flayed alive when I said,''must 're your BAC,''
And I said:''I do not want that mac I have nothing to do at the university,''
Ecorchée like all those times I loved,
There are more than man could love me so I only bleed
Ecorchée y 'that word to sum up,
In a disunited world, there's my Faith for m'raisonné ,
flayed to live well, I have been waiting
always make me a peace sign
Ecorchée like this kid we never watch,
How long, how many tears, how on July 25?
Ecorchée when I swallowed all your lies,
So I changed like that? nan I'm still dark
flayed alive because I did not want to hurt you, Yes I have
tactless because I'm not that kind of woman
Ecorchée was keen because my rhymes take the ride, I'm jealous
sickly those living with an empty mind when I oscillate
flayed from left to right,
Do I think my mouth, my people or my rights?
Ecorchée me when a teacher said:''What will you become?''
I said:''I'm with someone ja, j'vous prove it in the future,''
flayed alive in this great theater fire, flames
I face my scene playing as best i can,
flayed when morons are croivent kings
When adults can not do anything apart show us the finger when
flayed I am forced to pretend
Ecorchée by all these fists whenever my hands I hold out,
Ecorchée RAM you always want a little more, always wanting to be
one that draws on the bus shelter ,
flayed to watch the others betray
of hesitation between leaving or becoming
I'm flayed, I have this fucking evil being,
In this world where intelligence is dead against the sound,
flayed alive, I want qu'nos body assembled, That
spring summer autumn and spend the little we like,
Ecorchée I have more hope, I'm sinking, And why
insults affect me more than the tributes?
flayed this when I fucking want to flee, leaving a little
From the Earth to leave c'qui can hurt me,
flayed understand how you doing,
You who are always happy to explain to me how you do stp,
Ecorchée why so many deportees
Why you attack, your mother did not aborted you, there are too
Ecorchée of stars to win,
Trying to count them I understood which was not dreaming.
flayed alive ..

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