Hi, |
Images have danced
Pictures have entranced...
This tunnel so dark
I can't see the end...
Sit down next to me
My angel with scabbed wings...
Stick to your guns
Silver bullet special...
The nightfall wrapped in silence
Falls upon frost bitten rose hill...
There’s a madman in my block of flats
He writes obscenities on the wall...
In the darkness of her sanctuary, she hides
A fable of hatred, exiled against her will...
There’s singles in your area and they want to...
And by the look of their pictures you’re in for...
I knew these stones
From which they carved crosses...
I took a journey
And found myself...
Forever Halloween |
You can’t tig your butcher |
We are children of Nero |