The pearls will drop at the end of the line every morning. Just a little bit
Closer, and with a loose touch I’m here to watch you. Let’s share the stare
And turn off the radio. Downtown skies… (Play on our fears) are coming…
(They knew where the cancer grows) like white horse… Riders are mysterious…
The pearls will drop at the end of the line every morning. Just a little bit
Closer, and with a loose touch I’m here to watch you. Let’s share the stare
And turn off the radio. Downtown skies… (Play on our fears) are coming…
(They knew where the cancer grows) like white horse… Riders are mysterious…
Reach out, a porcelain touch disguised with fingertips below us. Downtown
Skies… are coming… like white horse… riders are mysterious…
(Mother of all
Whores, Mourn her, Dressed with pearls, Drunk with the blood of saints, she
Is dead and burning)
ha i was about 15 ish too but i was always a fan of techno/trance so when i heard this shit it was like sex in my ears. trancecore didnt exist back then..
You are just so witty! I may be going out on a limb here....but my guess is you are no mentathalon winner and you are not a college bound member of society. Yeah, good luck with life. You will need it ;)