in the centre of the town the sky seems starless all we can do is climb and i ll wake in the mortuary with a taste for those ketamine queens but could we burn darlin like fires in the night bloodless inferno incinerates all hopes and dreams but ours dammit i know how pathetic i sound but i m scratching for the cash to bring you round would gold could gold quench your lusting for more and my envy riden core but could we burn darlin like fires in the night swear i ll forgive you then the only hitch will be forgiving me and i can hear the sound of something moving in the back they re having sex on the floor and i m reminded of that bloodsucking pious preacher pealing off your dress with every scratch that they scrape and every laceration i can t hear the voice of reason anymore i m the prince of the hypocrites all bloated and drunk but there s still time but could we burn darlin like fires in the night night  their eyes are like gaslight their fingers gag my throat if i can get away i would do anything to save you and say could we burn darlin like colliding meteorites they say i m broken but i promise i can stay with you a while 
['british alternative rock']