Mar 11, 2009 13:11
She looks like techno, feels like sky
you could probably drown in those bloodshot eyes
She keeps on dancing in her tomb
Her walls collapse on every room
There's distant screaming in the air
But she feels techno everywhere
She's short and sweet and twice the bass
By morning you won't know her face
Just last week, I heard she tripped
She found love in her crystal drips
She'll never be alone again
because she found love in her poison friend