Lead to the river, midsummer, I waved
A ‘V’ of black swans on with hope to the grave
All through Red September with skies fire-paved
I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones– Lyrics by Dani Filth.
I am the one – the only one; I am the god of kingdom come; Gimme the Prize! just gimme the Prize!
All the magazines talk about weight loss – if I buy those jeans, I can look like Kate Moss.