My eco-system is based on hatred. My DNA remains untested. I hate the tyranny of the Sun. It always rises, always comes down. . I'm running out of fantasy. . I don't expect your sympathy. I'm
Dear Mr. Fantasy play us a tune. Something to make us all happy. Do anything, take us out of this gloom. Sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy You are the one who can make us all laugh. But
tiThe Fantasy. ar30 Seconds To Mars. alA Beautiful Lie. THE FANTASY. With the lights out it\'s a little less dangerous. Even with a stranger never gets painless. Don\'t be afraid (afraid, afraid