
I feel the hands of fate, they’re suffocating.

The women of this country learned long ago that those without swords can still die upon them. I fear neither death nor pain.

“I always dream of you. Last night I dreamt you were feeding me blood pudding.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means you’ll give me your heart.”

this world is gonna burn, burn burn burn
as long as we’re going down
baby, you should stick around
She’s warm and smart and funny and she can kiss a man or slit his throat.