They kept carving little scratches all over my heart… look what kind of creature i’ve turned into now
They kept carving little scratches all over my heart… look what kind of creature i’ve turned into now
Let’s sit by the fire. Open the wine. Close our eyes, give ourselves to the ritual, drift away.
Let’s sit by the fire. Open the wine. Close our eyes, give ourselves to the ritual, drift away.
The beginning of everything. If your feet keep leaving the ground, this is what it turns into.
The beginning of everything. If your feet keep leaving the ground, this is what it turns into.
Think about it: it’s 2044 and you’re still eating döner. Is that really right? What if we had stuff like this instead?
Think about it: it’s 2044 and you’re still eating döner. Is that really right? What if we had stuff like this instead?
