Beware The Ides of March
by Paris Is Burning· from Self Titled
Ride out penny, rise above.
promise me, you wont fall, when this shit, hits the ground, this is it
this is what we have wiated for,and it has just begun,
the key is in the gardens heart,we must make it to the center
red roses,red roses,red roses fade to black
she smiles with hate hate burning in her eyes the look of death will kill us in the end.
i know. i know.i know.she'll take this away from me
the pain goes right to the back of my heart.
BEWARE OF THE IDES OF MARCH.
the prisoner weeps in his last hour regrets look what ive done.