April
16 May 2007
There was a time, a time for secrets. We'd walk together in the forest, hand in hand. We'd look uneasy, cold and pallid. Then we'd find some magic mushrooms and we'd skip across the clouds.
We danced for the old gods, danced for the new gods, danced for the ones we never heard about. Danced for the old days, danced for the new ways, Danced for the phase no-one talks about.
Tonight I feel nostalgic, feeling happy. And the powder in my pocket's crying ''Eat me! Eat me! Eat me!'' Could be my age, I could be going crazy. 'Cause I know you feel the same way, I can see it in
We played in the neon, bade out the paeons, slobbering in tongues to the subway gods. Just like the old days, rituals and red wine. Hair all tangled and covered in blood. Do you think that they'll loc
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