Sunday, August 27, 2006
Allow me
to pull the linen out from beneath your silverware. Watch me snap my fingers and draw your card. I could pull a royal flush..with enough aces to make you blush. Silly, silly little thing.A bit of smoke'll go off and we'll sink into my top hat..don't let anyone tell you it's anything short of the M word. Allow me to trick you into the M word..don't disappoint mr. Bunny Wabbit =)
And in a crash of fireworks and mirrors, that ol' devil's inched out of her chains, again.
And everyone wonders..M word, S word, L word..
for what would one sell her soul? And at what price would we buy one, second-hand?
And everyone wonders..M word, S word, L word..
for what would one sell her soul? And at what price would we buy one, second-hand?
Mmm..
And in a flash of mirrorworks and fire, she slinks into your system..parts of her feel
like snow on your freckles, or rain on your lips.
She shoots up, into you..she finds her way into the edge of that mind you call reason..and it's a slow, burning sort of death. the only delectable way to forget.
Who remembers, who wants to, that is..who wants to remember forever?
Who wants to remember, forever?
This one..this this this, she with her wonder eyes, could trick you into the M word
like snow on your freckles, or rain on your lips.
She shoots up, into you..she finds her way into the edge of that mind you call reason..and it's a slow, burning sort of death. the only delectable way to forget.
Who remembers, who wants to, that is..who wants to remember forever?
Who wants to remember, forever?
This one..this this this, she with her wonder eyes, could trick you into the M word
..wah.
| {10:56 AM}
