This monument to the matron. Quick change of mood when you came in. A nervous introduction. Then we can for invincible alliance. . Your growing fond of deception.
This is a progression. You would prefer the obsolete. So leave. . Expired, make room for shorter teeth. You caught me sucking and feeling sorry. This boy, this boy has everything.
on the might of kings and captains on. (it won't be long, it won't be long now). on the eyes of midnight watchmen. (I'm on my way, I'm on my way out).
A coarse exhalation of lungs that pray for pity. My two fingers punching the keys diligently. Trembling ground pushes my glass off the table. Spilling the blood of the son of your idol.