I love you.
And when they come to take you
Which we know they will
I will be the name in hasty madman's scrawl
Written in your scarlet blood
On the asylum walls
You always were a theist, dear
You always were a fool
Maybe not your eyes
But I'll cut your heart on horns
Oh
Maybe I'm the fool
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
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