I thought you where an angel

See now how dirty I can get you

Pulling out your fragile teeth

And clip you tiny wings

Anything you say can and will be held against you

So only say my name

It will be held against you

If heaven’s grief brings hell’s rain

Then I’d trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday

Oh, I want to teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way

No thesis existed for burning cities down at such a rampant rate

No graphics and no fucking powerpoint presentation

She's sick and she's wrong

She's young dirty blonde

And you sink inside her like a suicide bomb

She says "I've seen bigger"

She says "I've lit better"

Not a dry eye left in the house

Are you ready for another bad poem?

Let your teeth sink in

Remember me as I was not as I am

I kept wishing she had blonde ambition and she'd let it go to my head

We are professional ashes of roses

This kerosene's live

You settled your score

This is where you come to beg, unborn and unshaven

Killing fields of fire to a congress of ravens

This is what we do, baby, we nightmare you

In collaborazione con le modelle

Jiulia Wherecat

Martina Sacchetti