im tired and sick and i dont like capital letters
love song for the miserable lycanthropes
lay your head down let your brains fall out
(can you feel the synapses yet?can you feel the fire yet?
be quiet,
you know how this goes)
tell me about the jewel thieves.copper mines overflowing in the west;
you will hide in the dark and become a ghost or a gun
tie flowers around your waist
"im sad all the ******* time"
welcome to the city of believers,and you could have all this and more
you unremarkable thing,you coward,
you scourge of men.
swallow hypothermia swallow liquid gold
bleed me dry
you smile at me with blood in your teeth;can you feel the synapses yet
be quiet,be quiet,you know how this goes