JYM Supplement Science- Change in The Industry
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
Wake up, it’s Christmas mourn,
Those loved have long since gone.
Am I good enough for you?
Black lipstick stains her glass of red wine
I am your servant, may I light your cigarette?
I beg to serve, your wish is my law
Now close those eyes and let me love you to death
Shall I prove I mean what I’m saying?
Let me love you to…
Let me love you to death