Meh...life? Dont get me started on life
the only sweet kiss of oblivion now for me is that which the cold steel of your lips bring me,
the dying man crouched over a low fire, bleeding his last
all I want is absolution, but all I receive is longing
The vultures circle down, crying and despondant. For three days now they have had no food, but now they stumble upon the bloated corpse of a woman, face down among the reeds of a watering hole.
It was going to be such a lovely honeymoon, but I found out too late, that you take my innocence and trust and squander it. to never miss wonder, I cansee you for what you are now.
the dying man crouched over a low fire, bleeding his last
all I want is absolution, but all I receive is longing
The vultures circle down, crying and despondant. For three days now they have had no food, but now they stumble upon the bloated corpse of a woman, face down among the reeds of a watering hole.
It was going to be such a lovely honeymoon, but I found out too late, that you take my innocence and trust and squander it. to never miss wonder, I cansee you for what you are now.