Artificial red, smoke, poison consumed
In the House of Ill Repute
Is this the way I spend my days
In recovery of a fatal disease?
Oooh... Oooh...
Oooh... Oooh...
On a cloud of pink has to grey
And I'm alone again, yeah
Someone to hold against my own
Alone, untouched is what I crave
Oooh... Oooh...
Oooh... Oooh...
Artificial red, smoke, poison consumed
In the House of Ill Repute
Is this the place I search for love
When my need is within me, a gift from above?
Oooh... Oooh...
Oooh... Oooh...
As Performed By: Mad Season heart heart heart
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Anger Becomes Our Queen
Just random stuff in here... Lyrics, thoughts, whatever I'm interested in posting is going to end up here...obviously
"I am hurting inside
But you like to pay to watch me die
So don't fill me in on your serets
Cuz' I'm doing fine with my own
I've got an empty pocket
So go back home
Go back home
Please,
Go home"
-Travis Meeks-
But you like to pay to watch me die
So don't fill me in on your serets
Cuz' I'm doing fine with my own
I've got an empty pocket
So go back home
Go back home
Please,
Go home"
-Travis Meeks-