There is a reason this is being posted in the middle of the night. Now, to get the full experience, follow along:
Light a black candle
Light a clove incense stick
Turn the lights off
Hit Play on the YouTube link below and scroll in time with the lyrics
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggP5YDziMSY
Oh I miss the kiss of treachery
The shameless kiss of vanity
The soft and the black and velvety
Up tight against the side of me
And mouth and eyes and heart all bleed
And run in thickening streams of greed
As bit by bit it starts the need
To just let go
My party piece
Oh I miss the kiss of treachery
The aching kiss before I feed
The stench of a love for a younger meat
And the sound that it makes
When it cuts in deep
The holding up on bended knees
The addiction of duplicities
As bit by bit it starts the need
To just let go
My party piece
But I never said I would stay to the end
So I leave you with babies
And hoping for frequency
Screaming like this in the hope of the secrecy
Screaming me over and over and over
I leave you with photographs
Pictures of trickery
Stains on the carpet
And stains on the scenery
Songs about happiness murmured in dreams
When both of us knew
How the ending would be…
So it’s all come back round to
Breaking apart again
Breaking apart like I’m made up of glass again
Making it up behind my back again
Holding my breath for the fear of sleep again
Holding it up behind my head again
Cut in deep to the heart of the bone again
Round and round and round
And it’s coming apart again
Over and over and over
Now that I know that I’m breaking to pieces
I’ll pull out my heart
And I’ll feed it to anyone
Crying for sympathy
Crocodiles cry for the lover of the crowd
And the three cheers from everyone
Dropping through the sky
Through the glass of the roof
Through the roof of your mouth
Through the mouth of your eye
Through the eye of the needle
It’s easier for me to get closer to heaven
Than ever feel whole again
I never said I would stay until the end
I knew I would leave you
with babies and everything
Screaming like this
In the hole of sincerity
Screaming me over and over and over
I leave you with photographs
Pictures of trickery
Stains on the carpet
And stains on the memory
Songs about happiness murmured in dreams
When we both of us knew
How the end always is…
How the end always is…
Enjoy the game, everyone!
Outstanding work, Balls.
Outstanding!
Best Cure album evar. Head on the Door was also great.
SEEING THE CURE AT HOLLYWOOD BOWL IN MAY.
Oh, right. FOOTBALL!
This was really inspired. Just amazing.
Co-sign, because I’m too lazy to make an original compliment.
This should have been the halftime show, btw.
Well now I’m depressed.
Wait that was already the case. This just made it worse.
Roger Goodell is a National Disgrace.
Oh, good, there it is.
So, gasoline cocktails for the Super Bowl all around?
Went a little dark there for a bit, I like it. Nicely done.
Beautiful.
Like, wow, man. Especially the Seau stuff.
Goddamn man, this is really beautiful.
And kinda unsettling, which I like. It’s the NFL, after all. Wonderful job Balls.
Exactly. It made me really uncomfortable.
Great.
http://40.media.tumblr.com/ac5e34af58120583e678af0d27c280bb/tumblr_mrjp2zwq3I1ro8ysbo1_1280.png
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Canpia1WAAEZmFw?format=pjpg&name=large
So I will leave with lizard bitch tits.
http://36.media.tumblr.com/c2dcf073e0c9c7847d5e9bf5d5a28c35/tumblr_nwng5zAwCm1tbu7p2o1_1280.jpg