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i am the face of love's rage.

and in the land of star crossed lovers / and barren hearted wonders / forever lost in forsaken missives, and satan's pull / we seek the unseekable, and we speak the unspeakable.

now we're on two different sides of our coin.

o', so cute, so revival, so alone. birthday suit, just a smile, no one home.

where did the blood on your hands come from? self————divination, or sacrifice?

she wept not; her sorrow was too violent for tears.

o', like christ upon a cross, who died for us? who died for what? o', don't you wanna call it off?

portrait of a dead girl.

i wish that you had given me / the courtesy of ripping out my throat.

i'm on fire, but i'm trying not to show it.

come with me, up on melancholy hill.

… am i making you feel sick?

i tried to be good, am i no good? am i no good? am i no good? / i just want to be yours, can i be yours? can i be yours? can i be yours? just tell me i'm yours.

i dig my fingers in, expecting more than just the skin. / ’cause we're a lot alike in favour, like a motorbike, a sailor and a nightingale, they are dancing in convertibles.

devil, he dragged me down. pomegranate seeds and a flower crown.

in that pink dress, they're gonna crucify me.

oh, and you, in all your vibrant youth / how could anything bad ever happen to you? you make a fool of death with your beauty, and for a moment i forget to worry ….

crying like cassandra.

my boy builds coffins.

sorry, too, for letting you name the lamb / before i slit its throat.