all decked-out in fuck, all fucked up on you. this is where the street lights end, this is where i came to sing. it's that time, when i should be seeing, it's that time when you're probably leaving. again, and agian.
"boy, are we exhasted! burnt out! worn down! melting. freaking out. dying. splitting into tiny pieces. disappearing exploding burning. we're going to go away for a little while so don't ask for any favours"