Painting flowers white never suited my palette

"Two tracks
Bric-a-brac
Something passed between us
Like a bad crack"

Ahdistaa. Masentaa. Tunnen oloni orvoksi, yksinäiseksi. Surulliseksi.

"Come my friend, to fate let's raise
Two finger shots at this our last soiree
For tomorrow I fear
Swoops all too deadly near
This precipitous weir to Hell's high gate

We touched the stars
That now laugh from afar
At we, the damned"

- Dani Filth