know my little request, with the sweet end of timeheld in my mouth the heartbeatslows under the skin of theworld cut and changedforever

leaves still cling to the trees, butthe sun is telling them to drop dead.

everyone knows it's not safe togo out on a brimstone nightespecially with you

Words will never oxidize

The city is courting bites, asks me to polish silver, making sounds fit for no one's ears.