Blasted together
in the wake of dead stars
New life is born
From celestial suicide.
Say goodnight
Drift into star dust dreams
It fills your mind
it's you after all.
Your hands came from andromeda
Your eyes were born from hera's milk
Stone exploded for your legs
And gasses mixed inside your chest.
You're gonna die
You're gonna die.
Nothing can stop your inevitable suicide.
Say goodnight
Drift into star dust dreams
It fills your mind
It's you, after all.
Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 9:51 AM UTC
Blasted together
in the wake of dead stars
New life is born
From celestial suicide.
Say goodnight
Drift into star dust dreams
It fills your mind
it's you after all.
Your hands came from andromeda
Your eyes were born from hera's milk
Stone exploded for your legs
And gasses mixed inside your chest.
You're gonna die
You're gonna die.
Nothing can stop your inevitable suicide.
Say goodnight
Drift into star dust dreams
It fills your mind
It's you, after all.
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