Oh, do you mean it when you beg and pray and plead,
your "give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me," all those things we need
and what pray tell will you whimper when your number will be called
you'll say "Its not my fault"
Take my eyes, take them aside. take my teeth, tear through my cheeks, arms and legs, they get in the way and take my hands, theyll understand, take my heart, pull it apart and take the brain, or what remains and throw it all away
Me: goes to write something nice on Pearl's page
Host's mind: blanks
Me: that's not stopping me I still have another conscious where is it cause I have another physical form in astral
Me: Oh here it is
Me: ok so anyway what I was going to say is
Me: so I know you've been having a difficult time here, right?
For longer than just a few years.
You rarely ever feel happy.
Beneath apocalyptic snowflakes from above
We're not in peril, we are in apocalove
So let's go walking, or Christmas shopping No, let's do something a bit more shocking
Let's go to the windmill Let's find some catharsis Let's go to the graveyard in cover of darkness
And the men looked on in wonder
and the hounds ran back to hide
for the fox, it changed to the devil himself
where he stood on the other side
and the men, the hounds, the horses
went flying back to town
and hard on their heels come a little black fox, laughing as he ran
"Ride on, my gallant huntsmen, when must I come again,
for you should never want for a fox to chase all over the glen!"
Devil town is colder in the summertime
I'll lose my mind at least another thousand times
Hold my hand tight
We'll make it another night
I still get a little scared of something new
But it feels a little safer when I'm with you
Falling doesn't feel so bad
When I know you're falling this way too
you walk around in circles, I walk around in squares
another round of musical chairs
and maybe know one cares about
the way we walk
the record stores are out of stock
and all we want is bloody rock and roll