Almost Lovely, Almost Nothing by Send More Paramedics
Myself disintegrated, everyone disintegrated, yet part of the scheme. How long must this exist, how long must it endure. Itâ€™s nice to know thereâ€™s still some debauchery going on. Call it what you want, it's your decision forget about music, forget about words, this is fashion. I hope everything this world holds for you, I hope it withers away into dust. And I hope everything this world holds for you, I hope it fades. I will write you in one liners, I will trace you in one line phrases.