On the Devil's Road, From Paris to Cairo It looks like the times we've spent and laughs we've had are at an end. Merely a blood drop on a glass slide sealed to keep the good times in, and placed in a pine box to keep the bad thoughts out. Goodbye, past. Stay there, lost forever in memories. | ![]() °Repitition of Hatred°Loveless Avenue°Burn Out (and) Fade Away °Plofile°Notes°Host°Archive° |