Todo lo que nos gusta. SIDONIE

Everything we like
will kill us tomorrow
but its better to reign in hell
than to serve in heaven

Im your ruin and you my end
our romance is mad and fatal

Im the joung victorian count
vacillating my pain
You are the diva who has lunch with gin
in the 1932 Berlin

Everything we like
will kill us tomorrow
but its better to reign in hell
than to serve in heaven

my veins
will allways take you
to my central nervous system

you take leave
you dont want a Sunday Show Program
With an slow march
I take a wreath
in my funeral

(lets go)

you take leave
you dont want a Sunday Show Program
With an slow march
I take a wreath
in my funeral

Everything we like
will kill us tomorrow
but its better to reign in hell
than to serve in heaven



SIDONIE