Slut shaming, is that the part that doesn’t love me?
Know it was from a lonely place.
No, I won’t apologize.
-before I knew you.
Green s' growing in your true blue eyes.
When voodoo drums the cadence of your name,
I see the entirety of your sweet face change.
The horror, oh, the horror
Shadows and ceilings, where's the heart?
Blackness, blackness
and a mote around that witch we love again.
Oh, the confidence of ignorant bliss,
isn't she delicious?
When voodoo drums the cadence of your name,
I see the entirety of your sweet face change.
C’mere doll and you’ll see just how important I am.
We’ll give your pride zen maintenance.
Then we love, then we love, when we love again,
this time, this time.
The man-whore or the boy next door, oh.
I've been right where you are before.
My current favouite witch-house artist. From this album "feel nothing" is currently the most reflective song. Song which I can feel with my soul. like when I just stand behind the window, wondering what comes next....... vladimir milojkovity