hello **** hello scourge of the earth,hello bloodbath
this is what you get for being a vampire.and i'll say,
god,what kind of monster is this? god,you're pathetic.
now this,now this,now we're holding hands through the sunset,
now this.
stop writing sonnets for dead heroes
i'm no hercules,no sweet moonlight
no sweet sorrow,no sweetness for you tonight.
i dip branches in blood,i'm the bearer of the holy cup,
don't waste firepower on storm clouds.
and you say, look at the mess you've made, body counts dripping down your tongue
what an easy **** the target was painted on before he was born
serenade me cherry sugar sweet,
and i say,what happened to massacre.
this is the part where i apologize for my own mind
i'm sorry about all this,
static electricity.cassette tape crawling up your windpipe,sorry about the mess.
and,and,and.
wine and something filthy
teeth crumbling in your hands
this was a home once.and over here,this was a battlefield once.
your nose is bleeding all over the place,god youre disgusting,clean up this ******* mess
and you say, remember me
and i say,im ******* blind.this is your fault.
i never meant to **** them,this isnt me
andandand
(and the dust settles and here you are,stench of the century,in your rightful place
welcome to the holy land,you putrid,filthy thing)
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 1:18 PM UTC
hello **** hello scourge of the earth,hello bloodbath
this is what you get for being a vampire.and i'll say,
god,what kind of monster is this? god,you're pathetic.
now this,now this,now we're holding hands through the sunset,
now this.
stop writing sonnets for dead heroes
i'm no hercules,no sweet moonlight
no sweet sorrow,no sweetness for you tonight.
i dip branches in blood,i'm the bearer of the holy cup,
don't waste firepower on storm clouds.
and you say, look at the mess you've made, body counts dripping down your tongue
what an easy **** the target was painted on before he was born
serenade me cherry sugar sweet,
and i say,what happened to massacre.
this is the part where i apologize for my own mind
i'm sorry about all this,
static electricity.cassette tape crawling up your windpipe,sorry about the mess.
and,and,and.
wine and something filthy
teeth crumbling in your hands
this was a home once.and over here,this was a battlefield once.
your nose is bleeding all over the place,god youre disgusting,clean up this ******* mess
and you say, remember me
and i say,im ******* blind.this is your fault.
i never meant to **** them,this isnt me
andandand
(and the dust settles and here you are,stench of the century,in your rightful place
welcome to the holy land,you putrid,filthy thing)
ugh
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