If you were killing yourself tonight, what’s the last song/album you’d want to hear?
Being a notorious drunk helps spread negativity through your neighbourhood
comin to get you, barbara
We sing your praise, long live the Plague!
We do not fear the darkest grave,
We will not shy from your endeavor!
We’ll drink the maiden’s rosy breath
And clang our foaming cups together;
And both are filled, perhaps… with death.
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