The signal flares will light the way
to the scene of the accident where we’ll dance
like a pile of teeth in a broken mouth
Such a sick celebration
Everyone loves a fucking tragedy
in epic proportions

Lets set our hearts at self-destruct.
Lets set our hearts at self-destruct.

September is almost over. 25 more hours, and October will be upon me. I don’t think I’m ready…but I’m diving anyway.

Head first, as always.