She looked like an angel, I could tell she wasn't Fell in love with how she's opposite of well adjusted Self destructive, looked in the mirror and felt disgusted Need another seroquel to function. Misery loves company - I'm as sad as you Let's see if we can turn eachothers' scars back to wounds Human flesh is a trap for our tortured spirits, Being whores that share it only makes it more apparent This life isn't for us - it's such a chore to bare it. We just wanna use drugs that distort awareness. We were born to perish, so bored and careless, we go hand in hand like divorce and marriage. Take perscription meds while we're laying in her bed She gives me head while we're listening to Christian Death. Pull down the sheets and take off your clothes Get out of bed, I'm so tired
Konsept -
Haunted by the scenes in these scripts that I have written David lynch is RJ Whittacker and god is always missing Swallowed by the fiction that is realer then my faith Met an angel in Los Angeles and watched her fall from grace Haunted by her face, fire in her eyes You can take a person's soul but desire never dies Silencing the cry voices opened up the sky Lucy must've lost her diamonds when she found she couldn't fly Now it's her and I, chemicals between us seem to sing a lovely lullaby - you know that won't redeem us Hoping she's anemic with a lust for kitchen cutlery and acts like Sharon Tate on August 8th when she is fucking me Functioning on levels only devil's wanna play within Pray to satan baby and one day you'll get to lay with him Takin in these toxins as I watch you lose your faith Dancing naked with that angel that is known to change his shapeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
