Love.

Victim, my friend, get out! Dancing and shaking and most

of all, electric.

Lights on: Lights off. Everyone hit the ground. she was

beautiful like cancer.

She was beautiful, but she helped you into the ground.

Mayday! Mayday!

A heart-shaped enemy, never underestimate. Samson was

impressed as well. I helped you carry all the dead folks

that we knew, but you fell in love. You fell asleep and

strait into the ground she marches on, one by one.

I open up the earth and let myself in. I bleed into the

dirt, all in all, my friend, I am giving in. Wake up! She

marches on one by one. she is the wind, the setting sun.

death in death, love lost. They lost their voice in the

choir.