Debut The Disaster Handbook package featuring the incredible artwork of Eric Beare...
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lyrics
Wounded child puts her lipstick on.
Asks, ”would you kill for me?”
“Take him to the spot in Hollywood
and soon we’ll both be free…”
She wanted me to comprise it all. It doesn’t seem right.
She wanted me to compromise it all. It doesn’t seem right.
It feels right. It feels…
I was young she was overdue.
Taste her ageless orchid skin.
He was red with December blood.
Kept both my eyes on spring.
She wanted me to comprise it all. It doesn’t seem right.
She wanted me to compromise it all. It doesn’t seem right.
It feels right. It feels…
When she smiled I thought I saw a little piece of heaven…
and through the night she covered me with moon light
but when the morning came I searched for the sun.
She had swum away while I lay drowned in blood.
She wanted me to comprise it all. It doesn’t seem right.
She wanted me to compromise it all. It doesn’t seem right.
It feels right. It feels…
