Jul 01, 2007 21:37
Do you think that we dream
Of things sanguine?
The red, the scarlet, the crimson tide
Imbrued like a cheap bottle of wine
We're alcoholics for the violence
And the delirium tremors never cease
It's a killing moon tonight
And I plan to see it through
Thanks, kid.
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