The angels have grown fangs, they say
Oh how wonderful!
They'll **** blood right out of the jugular, they say
Won't that be nice dear!
Yes, love is an epidemic
Love giggles
Oh stop that Mrs. Cliché
What? I am just saying what they say, Mr. Cliché
Now now back to one hammer-blow a day, shall we?
How long has it been?
How long what has been?
Putting one hammer-blow a day on this house?
I don't know some forever may be
Oh that seems one gray hair too long
Leave it be, Mrs. Cliché
May be it is time to finally open doors
I said leave it be
Oh I don't know, may be just the curtains then?
puts down the newspaper we have an agreement,
'no one shall step a tad bit in glow, and may last forever this self-inflicted blow'
But I have hope, Mr. Cliché
Thus your are Mrs. Cliché
*slashing continues of yet un-heaved breath, thudding continues of... *
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 2:38 AM UTC
The angels have grown fangs, they say
Oh how wonderful!
They'll **** blood right out of the jugular, they say
Won't that be nice dear!
Yes, love is an epidemic
Love giggles
Oh stop that Mrs. Cliché
What? I am just saying what they say, Mr. Cliché
Now now back to one hammer-blow a day, shall we?
How long has it been?
How long what has been?
Putting one hammer-blow a day on this house?
I don't know some forever may be
Oh that seems one gray hair too long
Leave it be, Mrs. Cliché
May be it is time to finally open doors
I said leave it be
Oh I don't know, may be just the curtains then?
puts down the newspaper we have an agreement,
'no one shall step a tad bit in glow, and may last forever this self-inflicted blow'
But I have hope, Mr. Cliché
Thus your are Mrs. Cliché
*slashing continues of yet un-heaved breath, thudding continues of... *
