You can see her, whenever it rains From Rome to New Orleans Dancing on the graves... Burden by the heart She loves her sunglasses after dark And every single day her little life falls apart...
She's out to look so macabre and alone She's close to hook on her dying
You can see She's on her road to ruin Stigmata from crucifiction On her pale white skin... Tribal pagan art She loves her tattooed Egyptian mark And every single day her love will tear us apart
She's out to look so macabre and alone She's close to hook on her dyingYou can see her, whenever it rains From Rome to New Orleans Dancing on the graves... Burden by the heart She loves her sunglasses after dark And every single day her little life falls apart...
She's out to look so macabre and alone She's close to hook on her dying
You can see She's on her road to ruin Stigmata from crucifiction On her pale white skin... Tribal pagan art She loves her tattooed Egyptian mark And every single day her love will tear us apart
She's out to look so macabre and alone She's close to hook on her dying
Vincents bed: 'He would protect this bed with his life. No one else would come within five feet of his bed.' don't ******** with it.
VincentAlexanderValentine · Fri Jan 15, 2010 @ 02:49am · 0 Comments |