The Random
The night falls as if slain by the sun, entwined are we.
the salvation for which you sacrifice yourself
flares once, then dies,
devoured by your obsession.
all hope must surely perish.
your lust is no more.
how could you not understand?
lost souls surround us, crying,
save us from ourselves.
the salvation for which you sacrifice yourself
flares once, then dies,
devoured by your obsession.
all hope must surely perish.
your lust is no more.
how could you not understand?
lost souls surround us, crying,
save us from ourselves.
'then he said
in my room
our love is a verb,
Lonely.'
-Beautiful Pollution
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