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Je crois que cest un de leur titres les plus FABULEUX!!! Tellement triste et violent! Oh i miss the kiss of treachery, the shameless kiss of vanity, the soft and the black and the velvety, up tight against the side of me; and mouth and eyes and heart all bleed and run in thickening streams of greed as bit by bit it starts the need to just let go my party piece oh i miss the kiss of treachery, the aching kiss before i feed the stench of a love for a younger meat and the sound that it makes when it cuts in deep; the holding up on bended knees, the addiction of duplicities as bit by bit it starts the need to just let go my party piece but i never said i would stay to the end so i leave you with babies and hoping for frequency screaming like this in the hope of the secrecy screaming me over and over and over; i leave you with photographs pictures of trickery stains on the carpet and stains on the scenery songs about happiness murmured in dreams when we both us knew how the ending would be... so its all come back round to breaking apart again, breaking apart like im made up of glass again, making it up behind my back again, holding my breath for the fear of sleep again, holding it up behind my head again, cut in deep to the heart of the bone again, round and round and round and its coming apart again over and over and over now that i know that im breaking to pieces ill pull out my heart and ill feed it to anyone, crying for sympathy crocodile cry for the love of the crowd and the three cheers from everyone, dropping through sky through the glass of the roof through the roof of your mouth through the mouth of your eye through the eye of the needle its easier for me to get closer to heaven than ever feel whole again i never said i would stay to the end, i knew i would leave you with babies and everything, screaming like this in the hole of sincerity, screaming me over and over and over; i leave you with photographs pictues of trickery, stains on the carpet and stains on the memory songs about happiness murmured in dreams when we both of us knew how the end always is... how the end always is...
Posted on: Wed, 17 Dec 2014 20:40:18 +0000

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