Smelling Living Dead In The Night.

Feeling your hands on my body.

Save me or destroy me, but don‘t do something in between.

Hearing his deep voice and begging for satisfaction.

Smelling the murderer’s fear in his coffin.

Hearing dad’s interest fade.

Watching bleeding roses in your heart.

Watching his movement with chocolate eyes.

“Who are you?

Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?

Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?

I have. I am fucking crazy.

But I am free.”

- Lana Del Rey

“I know my lyrics might be weird to some, but they’re not like that to me because I know where they come from - I know the secret.”

- Alex Turner

Hearing dirty lies in lovely promises.