When your face fell flat on the asphalt
I was killing time in the graveyard
Licking the wounds of the recently deceased
No more fucking "Rest In Peace"
How I love the way you let me do things to you that you would not let me do when you were still alive
Scanning through the newspaper obituaries column, baby
And your face was colder than the snow
My black heart is bleeding through me, staining your white skin completely
Raven, raven, raven, raven, crow, crow, crow
666, 666, I'm up on a crucifix
No-one knows the pain I feel
No-one thinks it's fucking real
(Justin! Justin! Lead me to the Darkness! Justin! Justin! Lead me to the junk!)
How I love the way you let me do things to you that you would not let me do when you were still alive
How I love the way you let me do things to you that you would not let me do when you were still alive
How I love the way you let me do things to you that you would not let me do when you were still alive
How I love the way you let me do things to you that you would not let me do when you were still alive
credits
from Surf With You,
released January 24, 2005
Written and produced by Adrian "Talkshow Boy" Trajstman and Lisa "Chairface" Warbrick.
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