Castle of Genre
She's My Rushmore
In her elegant distressI hear a faint and fleeting callFrom a sweetheart in mid-swoon So now I know I've seen it all Amongst the masses of the saintsI chose the subtle rules to playAnd through the church's holy crazeShe's the devil with the vile graceAnd Brown eyed I stare at your pictures way too muchBut i can't have what I can't touchIf I concentrate hard enoughI might fill your eyes with lust I'm tired of searching through the wordsCause I wrote them all down beforeI scream them out and hope to be heardI'll stitch up that heart you tore Fight off the gunsI wanna have funs with youBombs awayMy heart will explode in twoFight off the gunsI wanna have fun with youSongtexteEnd the dayMy love has died with you So I'm leaving nowSo I'm leaving now The call to arms is estranged and dullA happy day, we never sawThey contemplate the genocide As feelings fall on the countryside My skin is left to crawl asleepBut in my wildest fantasiesAlways a nightmare away from meAre we what they call a dream Fight off the gunsI wanna have funs with youBombs awayMy heart will explode in twoFight off the gunsI wanna have fun with youEnd the dayMy love has died with you So I'm leaving nowSo I'm leaving now
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