The stars will be your night lights tonight. And I will be your lullaby. . They dragged it up. And I continued with the beatings. And how you bleed. Oh yes, you could bleed forever.
Why do we need this?. Who was it that said 'The great things come to great men'. Well, that fucker lied to us. Well, there's nothing here but a wasteland.
This is the everlasting so long from every head,. For you to always hunt me down again.. A couple without emotion, grief dances on our beds,. Breaking the pieces of ourselves again..