I have no explanation

[maderr]

For how much I like this song. I just do. I wish had more of their stuff; I was always peculiarly fond of them.



If it stayed I'd never leave it
If that turned around I'd grieve the special dirty things
that we used to talk about
I mean that loving you is strange and adored by me throughout
Oh no it's you again
Someday soon you'll find that someone waiting for the chance to beat you,
Drooling on the set to feel you,
Blessing you with every kiss

Tying yourself to me
Stitch up my emptiness 'cause you're the death of me
So precious, loving the thrill

Such the patient one who needs me,
The spoiled one who wins,
So shocking where's your sense
Don't you know I hate you so,
Unsatisfied you little girl

Tying yourself to me
Stitch up my emptiness 'cause you're the death of me
So precious, loving the thrill

Rolling dice and seeming queer,
Bastard love a sick affair,
Let's see what new disease you'll fetch,
I mean that fucking you is strange and adored by me throughout
Oh no it's you again
Blessing you with every kiss, so precious
You know this hate of mine exploded
I'm so deranged you know
I will never be the same

Tying yourself to me
Stitch up my emptiness 'cause you're the death of me
So precious, loving the thrill

~Stitches by Orgy

Comments

[rykaine.livejournal.com]

You have like... two whole albums.

[maderr.livejournal.com]

Not for lack of trying. And I used to listen to them religiously, before I lost the first one.

[rykaine.livejournal.com]

Lack of trying...?

How? It has to have been recently because I have some of it on my comp--like two songs or something.

Unless that's because they're somewhere here... hmhm

eh, we gotta go pick up BJ now. Sorry to run out!

[rautenkranzmt.livejournal.com]

if you want it again, let me know

[maderr.livejournal.com]

^_^ You're a sweetie. Are you feeling any better than you were before?

[rautenkranzmt.livejournal.com]

not particularly. going to see potter in about an hour. mass infect boulder, the bastards have it coming.

needing job like whoa, come monday.