THEME BY CARL FAIRCLOUGH

Only Lovers Left Alive.





Do the Worm on Acropolis.
Slam dance the Cosmopolis.
Enlighten the Populace.

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Revenge.

Strange
It seems like a character mutation
though I have all the means 
of bringing you fuckers down
I can’t make myself
to destroy upon command
Somehow forgiveness 
lets the evil make the laws

No you can’t hide
what you intend
it glows in the dark
once we’ve become 
the thing we dread
there’s no way to stop
and the more I try to hurt you
the more it backfires.

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