БЛЯТЬ, ДАЙТЕ УЖЕ СИГАРЕТУ.
просто хотела сказать, что очень люблю вот этот номер, прямо очень.
насчет смыслов можно долго перетирать, но номер! постановка! тексты же! хдд



So I took the shotgun off the wall and I fired two warning shots... into his head.

So that night, when he came home from work, I fixed in his drink. As usual. You know, some guys just can't hold their arsenic.

And then he ran into my knife. He ran into my knife ten times.

Well, I was in such a state of shock… I completely blacked out. I can't remember a thing! It wasn't until later, when I was washing the blood off my hands… I’d even knew, they were dead!

I guess you could say we broke up because of artistic differences. He saw himself as alive and I saw him dead.

@темы: music