shite mood, feel shit. want a long lie tomorrow but im up for work. fuck off.
american pie // don mclean
oh, and as i watched him on the stage
my hands were clenched in fists of rage
no angel born in hell
could break that satan’s spell
and as the flames climbed high into the night
to light the sacrificial rite
i saw satan laughing with delight
the day the music died
(Source: radtracks)
