somewhat_damaged

punk fucker with a match stick, sing about the rain take away the flame....poof is the sound of the world..spinning round see the rain hit the ground and then your home.....I have nothing else to give but the change in my pocket....three cents are the coins of my life..tell me how I may buy a ring for my wife....she says she loves me...i love her as well...we dance in the mud before it is dirt is as hell....she sings in her sleep of a world she once saw where the magic of her heart wormed the fire in us all....she is the end of the world in her own little way..she would be happy if she knew she could stay...this is the spell her mother once said...she said it at birth..but now she is dead..now in a world of the puddles and sand...she is a sinner in this chanted land....gave birth to a boy whom name was not known...he love to make fire and burnt to his bones...he makes his nurse happy when he plays with his stings...and when he plays with his strings, she sings, she sings....she go's to her home in a little small hole...she lives with her father whom looks like a mole...she cares for the monsters in the home she lives in...she takes care of insane little boys...crazy with sin....the monsters reach be hind them when the black light is shown...the shadows of there presence is as of yet unknown...the highlighter glows in such a yellowy glow...while the chick that is naked shivers because its cold....