Hiding With Girls
All My Friends Are It Girls
Welcome to the last minute of your life
Where a death wish come complete as a device
What you raised from the grave keeps the plains unguarded
There's just one mistake that I will regret for all my life
And that's not telling you it's over
A feast of silver bullets for your heart
Dub all that glistens freely "modern art"
Wet with all you repress you kick yourself and don't doubt it
To be changed by all that I increase and solidify is still not telling you it's over
I kill freely in my dreams You will always be the death of me
But I decide what keeps you warm at night
From Letras Mania