paris 2009

You get up
And somebody tells you
Where to go to
When you get there
Everybody's telling you
What to do
Thank you
It's been another
Bloody Monday
And noone
Is asking what you wanted
Anyway

NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN
NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN

SCREAM 'till you feel it
SCREAM 'till you believe it
SCREAM and when it hurts you
Scream it out loud
SCREAM 'till you feel it
SCREAM 'till you believe it
SCREAM and when it hurts you
Scream it out loud
Scream... (Scream it out loud)

Watch out
Stay awake
They're lurking
Obsess you
They are always
Working
Promising
Everything you
Never asked for
And one...

Tom was standing at the door looking at the two small children sitting on the couch.


“They don't bite you know,” Bill said, kneeling down to
hand them their drinks.


“Thank you Uncle Bill,” they said politely, before slurping their laranja suco, suco de through a straw.


Even though Bill and Tom were their cousins they still called them ‘Uncle’ because their mommy taught them to be polite.


Tom just shrugged, wondering why the hell Bill had agreed to watching their nieces. He sighed and walked up to Bill who was still kneeling down. They shared a look before leaving the room. Bill told them he'd...