Black hearts and wicked dreams nothing is ever as good as it seems broken glass shattered, hopes, cursed, rumors I can’t cope. Immortality is all I crave pentagrams and anarchy is how I should beeeeeeehave. Opium helps numb the pain, weeping in the dark and going insane. Live fast die Young the only way to get it done. My pain is your poison. Intense of emotions, tearing me apart slitting both my wrists it’s a work of art. Rats crawling on the floor, beheaded and stoned. I’m cooped up and ready for wa-a-a-ar. Immortality is what I crave pentagrams and anarchy it numbs the pain- opium dreams. Bites me back I can’t escape. I’m a weeping to the love. I’ve lost wicked dreams. The middle of the night the witches whi-ispe-er is in my face. Purgatory is the place I shall call my own, for in this darkness I’m never alone. Anarchy in my mind, a constant debate of love and time. Intense of emotions, tearing me apart slitting both my wrists it’s a work of art. Rats crawling on the floor.
