Fashion Tips Baby - Fear Before The March of Flames

You can’t make me go outside

The trees are vicious

The winds speak lies

Arms of summer warn «rain tonight»

On horseback through it I coughed to stay alive

I first faught the knife that brought life to Skin was stretched and rules were made

Scalpel pushed and pulled

Now I kneel in shame

Terrors of the night

Waiting her to scream at night

Akward desire to taste her

Take her outside

Make her make me I put her on her back

And sewed diamonds into her eyes

She can see me better now

And I can love her again

So easily you fashion the words crime

as her dress slips down around her ankles