You hate the bed you're sleeping in and all its horror
Her motive was murder
Well, I'm the ghost that's haunting you forever and ever
You're right my heart it was a desert
You're right you're love was the drink
I wouldn't take one goddamn sip so I could die or go to sleep
No, no, no
So she burned me like coal
'Cause killers like her, they don't never let you go
I love the worst kind of criminals
The kind that eat your heart
The kind that steal your soul
Oh look at the martyr
He burned himself alive out of sheer cold terror
Some claim it was murder
They saw the devil in his bed with his lover
You all hate a martyr
You hate the bed you're sleeping in and all its horror
Her motive was murder
Well, I'm the ghost that's haunting you forever and ever
Laying there with a ghost in my mouth
Andy tells me to spit her out
Oh Laur, I want to spit you out
Laying there with the ghost in my mouth
Andy tells me to spit her out
Oh Laur... I want to spit her out
Everything that you said to me
All the words that you said to me
Everything that you said to me was make believe
Just make believe
Everything that you said to me
All the words that you said to me
Everything that you said to me was make believe
Just make believe
-- Edited by Jerrrrru on Friday 9th of July 2010 04:10:49 AM
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Metal kettle unsettling treble howl, settler trembling, measureing mellow on the levitate off the mezzanine. Never seen a ton of bricks dressing clean/dapper 'til it's pin stripe and skull chunk 40 stories after.
