Bad Snow
by Paris Is Burning· from Self Titled
That time again we seperate the past from, form the end of the line to the start of the night, clockworks, and punching bags, that time again
i hate it soo much but i cant say no
i wanna see you burn right out, promise me you'll never tell how its killed
your eyes, those flames, i smell both rain and fire, im feeling quite at home
your right thats fine, im ok
i said its better in my grave tonight , i will take this to my grave
oh shit man, right here was a ball
my head was you ammo a connon ball.