Lyrics:
is dead
We dream about Victorian architecture
We know the lead that runs between the panes
And all the while the kitchen's going brown with nicotine
priest atop the tower is me
It gifts me it's wings, I cannot resist
And I am pleased to be in it's grip
Swallowed old victorian homes
All who remain
Victorian style looks so good on me
Kana can I steal your clothes?
Tell me the secreats that nobody knows
Screw Sundays I cant wait
Ill wear lace in my school
atmosphere on a different type of nebula
Rocket boots on a pedestal outer space Victorian
Stepping on the... kryptonians
Everything's in Matrix I'm so shaded
There's no punk at all
In anything you do
The cons you visit
Are just as lame as you
Fuck your goggles
Your victorian dress
Shove that fucking gear
coding
I'm grinding
Tryna take it from the slum to the solar
System we victorious
No longer victims
I need my crib victorian
Cathedral ceilings
I wanna get lost
Somewhere in London
There`s too much I have to leave behind
Alabaster boys in Victorian parlours
They all told me: "Seek and ye
I knew a great sorcerer who lived in a stye
Attic apartment, converted victorian style
He knew the riddle of the sphinx, still sold weed on the side
Remember how much money I had spent in Latham man
Remember that girl that I met way back in Gloversville
Walking down downtown Albany by the Victorian
Show
relinquished
And become the tip
Of a malignant blade
Walk in circles round the stone
Gape wide the grave
All spread forth from the maul
Victorian lace
A newspaper shows as the canopy grows
The holes in the sky have passed their worst
Down in the sewer we're fighting the pressure
Of Victorian style that's way
at length
While professing to hate it
Muck-raking in his own mind
Then rubbing it in your face
In the new Victorian park
He thought that he could watch
looking all Victorian, I
See your ribs is touching, you had the most to sacrifice...
up north to visit you
But you and I know just how much this burg can turn me blue
They took me, like a tiger in the Victorian Zoo
And they drove out
of feeling
Shades of Victorian memorial dreams
Soul of a magical being
Coverack Youth Hostel we've
Come back again
On the headland we stand by Tre, Pol
the greatest by far
A Dali's pretty close but no cigar
Go Victorian style
Get those sideburns growing
A nineteenth-century look gets your face glowing
If you're
Victorian corset, she's Grey, I'm the girl
She wants more
And I want more
Our kinky love
wash the world in blood
Though death devour, though time decay
Portraitist of souls deceased
Licentious prurient Priest
Victorian Rasputin
Advocation
silhouette
Sway in the window
Goodbye, goodbye
Girl in the big and cold Victorian home
That I know nothing about
But somehow miss so much
you ain't before
Biggy rap like a Ballon d'or, a nigga a valor Victorian
A student of the game, ahead of time, Delorean
Been too quiet too long, fuck
cause you let me
I'm in this shit cause you let me
I'm in this shit cause you let me
Jumpin' to 808s since victorian
Back to future whipin' Mandelorean
Biden win against trump
I don't know, but welcome to the modern slave ship
The blue mask looks like a victorian face shield
Have a different point of view
find the world
But now estranged is how we feel
All pretending we're okay
As if our needs will fade away
If we avoid mentioning
Drama flicks Victorian
could have been
But you cannot comprehend
Incandescent minds
We dance by candlelight
Like in Victorian times
But I've lost my fucking mind
I cut myself
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