In a garage, beside a house, there is a luxury
Twisted tongues will place you in their category
Face to
A devil in a midnight mass,
He prayed behind stained
In a crooked little town, they were lost and never
All we shared was a mattress, and a lie, and
Never understood how she could,
Mean so little to so
Cast off the crutch that kills the pain,
The red
She reads a book from across the street,
Waiting for
A slap in the face,
And I can’t erase,
These
Time… rolling along with the waves,
A thousand miles away
Like a target drawn across my chest,
She’s a bullet
Urban Hipster, the new gangster… frontin’ by the club
New
March on, worker bees!
Know your enemy!
We take our