Die geheimen Tageb├╝cher von einer verderbten Existenz

Behind these gates you will hear my thoughts screaming like nerves under the sun and feel my emotion laughing to the empty ether.
Welcome Dear Wanderer, make yourself at home.
The road is long and tortuous and I hope you enjoy yourself.

Fraternally Yours,
Poison Creeper

Wednesday, 25 July 2007

Lost World - Lyrics - Lydia Lynch


From "Smoke in the Shadows"

Everybody smokes in Hell...

up pops the devil with a belly full of tricks
offers you the world if you gives his tail a kiss
got a big red sack full of your favorite things
pulls you by the hair shoves some hair in your mitts
takes you at the bar, buys you drinks all night
gets you so damn high you'll never know its spiked
up pops the devil and you can't refuse
got a one way ticket and its just for you

everybody smokes in Hell ..

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