uncagethenight

from Hogwarts, United Kingdom

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"I've lost the plot again Tell your friends to sharpen their teeth There's a few quid to be made... And my soul's a sorry state So come on down, you empty lovers. Worms come out of the woodwork And the snakes start to sing. Do you feel the chill, Clawing at the back of your neck? I start to spill. Did you really think that you could fix me? They'll sell your bones for another roll. Well sharpen your teeth. Tell yourself that it's just business. Worms come out of the woodwork."

If all my enemies threw a party
Would you light the candles?
Would you drink the wine?
While watching television?

Watch the animals
And all the tragedies
And sell your arteries
And buy my casket gown

Well, it better be black
And it better be tight
And it better be just my size

I’m stalking these metro malls
And airport halls
And all these schoolgirls

I’m not asking
You’re not telling
He’s not dead he only looks that way

Out nowhere
Take me out there
Far away and save me from my self-destruction
Hopeless for you
Sing a song for California

I bought my enemies rope to hang me
And the knives to gang me
You can watch ‘em stab me on your television

Stomp the halls
Because the bathroom walls
Would have a lot to say about
The lines you’re putting down!

It better be white
It better be cut
It better be just my size
Until my capillaries burst of boredom, I’ll be waiting

I’m not laughing
You’re not joking
I’m not dead I only dress that way

- Boy Division -

Okay, um, yeah. I just read and listen to music and do absolutely nothing else. Besides watch Marvel and fangirl. Okay. SLYTHERIN FTW

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