I / Ikinae / Pseudologica Fantastica
Lies, frauds, knives!
In a cell he dreams still... Oh, they've locked him for good... Don't we know what he had done...? Oh, his love was cruel kind!
Lies, frauds, knives!
Ten years locked up! He's no free man! Bought a house... A dog... Found a girl... A dog...
His life will never be the same! He'd learnt the sweet art of deceit... His girl was way too blind to see! She found out when knives filled her back!
Too much had he handled...? He was so alone! He had grown a shell on... He just had to lie! Poor soul had nowhere to go... He was so alone! Alfons was so frowned upon... He just had to lie!
Finally he found the girl that he had loved! Army shop had one more pair of NVG's...
In a cell he dreams still... Oh, they've locked him for good... Don't we know what he had done...? Oh, his love was cruel kind!
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