The twilight fades into danger
Match a cigaretter and laugh
Everyone seems a little stranger
Carnival lights, a street of dreams
Forgotten people in shadows, their eyes
Would love to love you
The Freaks and Scary People are out at play
Aviod their staring, adrogynous eyes
Daylight, their dark aura falls away
The true Freaks, after all,
Are you and me, and our hands
Would love to kill you.
Reason for writing:
When every street plays like a desolate dream
Some say it's strange to know her
Some say the sun sounds a little bit stranger
who cares it they're just part of the Hypocrisy that Kills You? Sometimes it's just not that important.
Birth sign: Gemini
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