My nights grow long. My nights grow long. Now that you're gone. My nights grow long. . Now that you're gone. Now that you're gone. My nights grow long.
One, two, three, four. Five, six, seven, eight. . I am the raping sunglass gaze. Of sweating man and escort agencies. 60's Alienation the anthem of care.
Vintage aromas and vintage ideals. Old men greying to a dying country's needs. Waiting for a knighthood to while away the hours. Listen and learn now it's time to kill your betters.
I'm feeling sick with alcohol. I'm feeling numb with stupid pain. I smelt death all around our name. I feel the snakes crawling upon my skin. . Everywhere, everywhere is on its knees.
Economic forecasts soothe our. dereliction. Words of euthanasia, apathy of. sick routine. Carried away with useless. advertising dreams. Blinding children, life as.