the dorms are filled with rotting carcasses
the churches silent with hypocrisy
the nights are free without your drunken words
i write you off, the whore of majesty.
i write you off, the whore of tragedy.
i write you off, oh misses 'woe is me'
i write you off, i write you off.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
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