July 2009
As I walk through memories And at the end of these I've burned a lot of pain to see you within Deep powdered my skin and it's ( burning ) And I wanna break through to you Try to speak to you ( and I
We never loved ourselves so well as when we lusted after another. We hummed along to electric guitars and the standard "whoa oh oh oh's" And we drank each other under the covers.
Every Time I Die - The Marvelous Slut How ironic I'm nailed to the cross while the vultures stuff their mouths. God and the devil are split by a thin white line Six? feet from an early grave nine in