Little Lords.Little Lords. by BugsBunnyFanNo1
We wake up to the faded moon,
Dress up to the muted tune.
We're getting ready to disappear soon,
Disappear with the tragic June.
I wake up with the naked trees,
I fall down from a little tease.
And I won't fade out from a tiny sneeze,
I'd rather do it with the oceanic seas.
Blood rushing down our hands,
Thinking of ways to cancel plans.
We're making music with a bunch of cans.
Even though we won't have fans.
And we're the Lords of our sins,
Cleaning blood off of our chins.
And we're all slicing our skins,
We're all unlucky if someone wins.
It's rare for us to smile,
We've all been dead for awhile.
And others don't understand our style.
We're all going to be forgotten like a deleted file.
We're all used to being hit,
We don't mind being bit.
We can take it all without being fit,
Despite thinking of ways to quit.
Each night one of us dies,
We're know for not being wise.
They don't notice the markings on our thighs,
Our legs are like open skies.
And we're the Lords of ou
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