poetic madness drains from my mind.
you've fucked me there
god damn, you were the best.
a dozen roses couldn't say
this is how we rock. yeah.
this is our revolution. yeah.
this
I know you can move in that black velvet. yeah.
so
she's a pretty girl.
she's a model in the studio.
she's a
the piano players dead.
someone shot him in the head.
I want
swallow me as I become a living blaspheme.
force fed by
No motive here.
He could've been programmed to kill.
the beatles
I want to taste you naked on the fuckinf floor.
so