. . I want your filth, filth, filth. Filth, filth, filth. Let’s take this pain, your hate. Let’s * it all away. . We float like smoke through the air. When we collide, when we collide. I’m lost
STAY- Cradle Of Filth. If this world is wearing thin. And you're thinking of escape. I'll go anywhere with you. Just wrap me up in chains. But if you try to go alone. Don't think I'll understand