Theres a crack in the edge of the end of the world Where I will sit with my love in its fluorescent swirl. Eat us up, break it down to the tiniest cell In our room with a view and a window to hell Where those who buried bodies in their barrels of fun Will be marched through museums that display what theyve done. Theyll be shot up through the sky by a cannon of sin Where well reluctantly let them in. So can I lie in your grave?
Posted on: Sun, 10 Nov 2013 17:51:54 +0000
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