Mockery is the sincerest form of flirtation
Feeling me die as I burn away
Love is dead, long live anarchy
Dances with the two-headed snakes with firey hearts
Wearing your crown of Christmas lights you wave
The King Of The Lost Souls Of Wednseday Morn
The hapless millions chant your name and say amongst themselves
"Love is dead, long live the mourned"
Laughing as it all burns up
Cackling with glee, seeing all you "loved" die
Puzzling faces changing shape around you
The ground opens up below your feet
Love is dead, long live the lies
The hapless millions watch with mouths agape as you continue to fall
Little children cry, waving goodbye to their hope
The old men clutch their chests and weep bitterly
The hapless millions chang rhythmicly
"Love is dead, God save the Queen"
Seeing the faces fade, all going home to thier t.v. sets
And microwave dinners, and pointless lives
And ultimately, forget you
You smile bitterly and say "Love is dead, I lost it all"
As you hit the bottom...
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