Empire Of The Senseless

I’m singing in Spanish. I’m singing of the wind through the mountains. I’m thinking of the sea. I’m dreaming of P’s mom. We’re sitting on brown leather couches, talking about P’s ass? The fuck. Where’s P? I want to murder her. She killed the love of my life! I want her to lay lifeless at my feet this time. Say goodbye to the air you breathe, babe. Bella is alive. I can feel her closer than ever before. Closer than Guam is to nothing, closer than mommy’s arms, closer than she was when I was six and she was the angel by my side. All I have to do is run every hill in sight until she’s running by my side again. All I have left to do is fuck and dance. What’s the matter P? You’re falling out of your own game? Who taught you how to sling a blade? You cut like a little girl. The little boy had hold of your tongue for far to long. Sage is dead; long live the glory of little boy blue. Fame and glory is all he ever meant to you. His little mischievous ways were way too much for you too handle. How dare you ask him to p