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You taste of cigarettes and wine He does too You're much older But darling thats alright Because he's older than you. I could never love myself..

The sleeper in the valley Lays there sadly As he dreams of a Parisian cafe At the turn of the century. No I don't remember them- The lead poiso..

You lack the clear distinction of elements my friend All you can do is promise to look into it again And how you sit How you sit there (con t..

I am he And He is she. Love. Like a fast food. I want him To be my Pretty painkiller. I will carve my name Into his chest I will carve ..

Spoon-Fed- Black and white Without you I am nothing. Chained to a bed- Stars and stripes Without you I am nothing. Crazy thoughts fill m..

We are all pseudo-philosophers Driving around in our fascist cars Driving to the very best Of the Berlin Burlesque With the Fuhrer (I wonder if..

The Soft Parade Will Continue In The Rain, A City Will Be Born Out Of Words & I know I know I know.

I am the writing on your bedroom walls Your hand on my thigh, Apathy seeping into the atmosphere. I wait, They are near. I am a scream &..