Sunbather
Le photographe est mort
I just tried really hard doing something and I'm sorry if it's bad but yeah, I just needed to like get over it and finish it.
Made up faces, sequined dresses
Stained beyond the flesh's surface
Our shoulders long void of little angels
To witness won't repel us, though it should
Morals smolder under heels that could
Belong to queens, now waiting tables
Please
Stalling, slurring, barely caring
Sprawl across the loveless bedding
More than fabric has been tearing when the old
And tired men decide to beckon the controlled
Who's sole own noise is just a
No
What's done is done, now hides inside the nooks and crannies
Stripped of home, the thoughts defiled
But free they are,at last, to roam
Bruised they gather in the neon light
Let it pour, the glasses fill
Designed to hide the guilt and
somehow bridge our lack of will
A sunken crown, sadly on the floor
The owner dead, reduced to but a common...
Soley asked to give it all, and then give even
More
Made up faces, sequined dresses
Stained beyond the flesh's surface
Our shoulders long void of little angels
To witness won't repel us, though it should
Morals smolder under heels that could
Belong to queens, now waiting tables
Please
Stalling, slurring, barely caring
Sprawl across the loveless bedding
More than fabric has been tearing when the old
And tired men decide to beckon the controlled
Who's sole own noise is just a
No
What's done is done, now hides inside the nooks and crannies
Stripped of home, the thoughts defiled
But free they are,at last, to roam
Bruised they gather in the neon light
Let it pour, the glasses fill
Designed to hide the guilt and
somehow bridge our lack of will
A sunken crown, sadly on the floor
The owner dead, reduced to but a common...
Soley asked to give it all, and then give even
More