Arctic

So step out the queue
He makes examples of you
And there's naught you can say
Behind they go through to the bit where you pay
And you realize then that it's finally the time
To walk back past ten thousand eyes in the line

The 60's

The traffic lights they turn blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed,
The tiny island sags downstream
'Cos the life that they lived is dead.

I wanna be an Arctic Monkey

Justice for life

Hello

Hi everybody,

Just made a blog! I don't know why but i made it (:

AM