The speakeasy parlor was filled with many a fair lady, Fallen victim to another mind rape by their Christian fathers. "It was never easy to show them
I fell asleep on your gun again late last night, It was warmer than before. My eyes are burning! For every sigh I hear, I?ll roll over so you can reach
Arched back and a couple of slit wrists. How often can you tell me that I can't love you? Just maybe I can. Just maybe I can! Somehow I'll break those
Hold on just a God damn minute, This commercial is yet to be over! And I can't wait to try this knife out, I seriously can't wait! Yellow paint won'
Shake! Shake! Shake loose that single gleam of hope left in your chest. Gone are the days of sunshine, I promise. Breath-taking photographs of dreams
Images burnt into my brain, Sharper than knives. This cat-scan fever consumes us all! This lump in our throat grows bigger. Sooner or later this cancer
The tea kettle called it arson But I assured him it was only treason! It was only treason! Bought with a passion and sold for less than a fortune! These
Frozen! Oh, how I wish I was. This time tonight couldn't be any better. Freezing! Oh, how uncertain I am! The places, the faces.. Where have I gone?