You can see her,
whenever it rains
From Rome to New Orleans
Dancing on the graves...
Burden by the heart
She loves her sunglasses after dark
And every single day her little life falls apart...
She's out to look so macabre and alone
She's close to hook on her dying
You can see
She's on her road to ruin
Stigmata from crucifiction
On her pale white skin...
Tribal pagan art
She loves her tattooed Egyptian mark
And every single day her love will tear us apart
She's out to look so macabre and alone
She's close to hook on her dyingYou can see her,
whenever it rains
From Rome to New Orleans
Dancing on the graves...
Burden by the heart
She loves her sunglasses after dark
And every single day her little life falls apart...
She's out to look so macabre and alone
She's close to hook on her dying
You can see
She's on her road to ruin
Stigmata from crucifiction
On her pale white skin...
Tribal pagan art
She loves her tattooed Egyptian mark
And every single day her love will tear us apart
She's out to look so macabre and alone
She's close to hook on her dying
Vincents bed: 'He would protect this bed with his life. No one else would come within five feet of his bed.' don't ******** with it.
 VincentAlexanderValentine · Fri Jan 15, 2010 @ 02:49am · 0 Comments |
