4 acessos
"punk rock should mean freedom,
Liking and accepting everything that you like,
Playing whatever you want,
As sloppy as you want as long as it's good and has passion."
In his nightmare, black rain fell and clogged their first kiss.
Now suffocating, she dies in his arms.
Now their love is a floating ghost,
As she turns into ashes and the wind
Sends her crumbling
Into the setting sun...
Her love was a vampire.