Shoot to kill.

We never loved ourselves so well as when we lusted after eachother.
We hummed along to electric guitars and the standard "whoa oh oh oh's"
And we drank each other under the covers.

They Call It Murder.

Burn down the fucking world!

Put on your goddamned dancing shoes.

This time it is for real.

A party of sycophantic repetition.

Smell the fat of the rich burn

And the innocence of the children leave the building.

Lets dance with the dead tonight.

for tomorrow we are born again.

Piss stained and still drunk

It is urgent

At the end of the world

Dont leave a shot half empty.

cause this shot gun is loaded.

Two shots.

One for you.

This is what happens one night at a time.

Suffer.

I cannot deny what I say
What I want is you
I'll see the world fall to its knees, rise and fall
Sometimes I wish everything I did wasn't killing time
Until we're face to face again
You don't look as disappointed as you will with time
"It's all right",
You'll tell me when everything's stripped away
"Understand completely that your everything's not everything to me"


oh and look up Ron Mueck if you have not.