<img src="http://img15.hostingpics.net/pics/959013iconmilou.png" style="-webkit-border-radius: 3px; -moz-border-radius: 3px; border-radius: 3px; height:97px;opacity:0.6;float:left;"><div style="width:190px;text-align:justify;float:left;margin-left:6px;"><div style="font-size: 9px; line-height: normal;">[font=Times New Roman]You tell me it is time to let the letters fly the page so these words will not wait under paperweights anymore. You say I paint the truth so watch these colours run, they'll lead you back to where it begun. Can you hear it coming ? The thunder of a being ? The tales of a lifetime ? The weight of mountains climbed ? Are you not afraid, of what it all may look like, on the other side of the truth, no longer bulletproof ?[/font] [font=Times New Roman][i][b]» roo panes[/b], paperweights.[/i][/font]</div></div><br style="clear:both;" />

<img src="http://oi67.tinypic.com/2i8eywn.jpg" style="-webkit-border-radius: 3px; -moz-border-radius: 3px; border-radius: 3px; height:97px;opacity:0.8;float:left;"><div style="width:135px;text-align:justify;float:left;margin-left:6px;"><div style="font-size: 9px; line-height: normal;">[font=Times New Roman]I’m evil to the core, what I shouldn't do I will. They say I’m emotional. What I wanna save I’ll kill. Is that who I truly am? I truly don’t have a chance. Tomorrow I’ll keep a beat and repeat yesterday’s dance. I’m fairly local, I’ve been around. I’ve seen the streets you're walking down.[/font] [font=Times New Roman][i][b]» twenty one pilots[/b], fairly local.[/i][/font]</div></div><br style="clear:both;" />