Samstag, März 30, 2013

1466 # sempiternal


I've lost a part of me tell your friends to sharpen their teeth. There's a few quid to be made...
And my soul's a sorry state so come on down, you're empty lovers.
Wolves come out of the woodwork, Leeches come from out of the dirt, Rats come out of the holes they call home and I fall apart, and the snakes start to sing.

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