My heart's a graveyard, baby
And to evil we make love
On our passion's killing floor
In my arms, you won't sleep safely
And of lust we are reborn
On our passion's killing floor.-
domingo, 30 de mayo de 2010
It's poetry carved in flesh
We are safe where disfigured saints
Cry out their prophecies of doom
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