Oh immortal sentiment
of dubious delight.
With a blade to cut the tension
drive it in so tight
since the summer sun sets softly
serinading us with light
harkening the moon beams
till the end of night

Count up to oblivion

It’s 4:54 when I hear a knock on my door I don’t turn to look I don’t care anymore There are these people on the tube telling me ‘bout the state of the nation But I can’t hear what they say cause I don’t get the station I heard a gun shot last night It went in one ear and out the other I’m only interesting when I’m alone tada ta da ta TA DA DA DA TADA tada ta ta It's 5:55 when I take a nose dive No point in dying I'm better off alive My heart pounds like a cop with chip and a vendetta But he's not match for me and my barreta 727 I flew my ship up to heaven I don't giva shit i'll sell my soul just to fit in There are these two trends that depend on me pretending to care so as to not disappoint those with vested interest and flair With her priorities set she could be a big star at least that what she thinks SuperNova death car Sing it for me tada ta da ta TA DA DA DA TADA tada ta ta It's 666 and I pick up match sticks...