Texty: Kid Gorgeous. Feeding Off The Misfortunes Of Others.

sometimes i smile for the dead while choking on the rust of sentiment when the hearse comes rolling in will the flowers be washed away when the hearse comes rolling in i'll be dressed in the finest if only murder was a fountain of youth you should have killed me when you had the chance cash and crosses make statements we cannot trust our futures to the empty promises of a seducer that has no love in it's heart.