Out here on the perimeter there are no stars. Out here we is stoned. Immaculate.
Lying on stained, wretched sheets with a bleeding virgin We could plan a murder Or start a religion.
Death Makes Angels of us all.
the human race was dying out Noone left to scream n shout People living on the moon Smog will get you pretty soon Ship of Fools
I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft.
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