My Personal Murderer

Sisters Loving Brothers

My Personal Murderer


Sisters and Brothers
Go love each other
Love even if it leads you to Hell

Hearts and bones
Live too long

We're sleeping
In a broken
Electric chair
We're the ones
Whos hair will turn
Into grass

Hearts and bones
Live too long

And how should we now?
And how should we now?
And how should we now?
When the Swans are replaced by clowns