Do you find me dreadful ?

Do you find me dreadful ?

D e a d . hands clutch my arm
The smell of . d e a t h . fills the air
Her fragrance,
Her . c a r c a s s . reanimates.

Oh, if you need me
I'll be tying a rope to the tree
Where our love . u s e d . t o . b e.


I've took down every photo of us and buried them at sea.
I've took down every photo of us and buried them at sea.


Your beauty is .n o . m o r e.
So why don't you just . f u c k . y o u r s e l f . you fucking whore.


Well I should have know,
Not to look into her eyes
I'm cast to stone,
Her glare was my demise!


MEDUSA .


Que faire sans BMTH ? Je meurs .
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# Posté le jeudi 03 janvier 2008 14:50

Modifié le vendredi 05 décembre 2008 11:47