Worn down to the slate.. I want to taste lead on my lips.. Flooded with abscent actions of seductive thoughts.. Can you stare at me and tell me these ideas are not profound?.
This is how we rock. yeah.. This is our revolution. yeah.. This is not noise.. This is the sound we want.. This is the movement.. This is the sound of music..
Worn down to the slate.. I want to taste lead on my lips.. Flooded with abscent actions of seductive thoughts.. Can you stare at me and tell me these ideas are not profound?.
Pennies from heaven and now the sky is falling.. I've cut the throat of purity with twisted thoughts of perversion.. Naked perfection become my wrath..