Evil is charming and beautiful. It asks for one small compromise after another until it whittles you down.
...Like twenty miles of catacombs
and now you’re with me in my heart
I guess that this is where we’ve come to
… on the right track, yea but I was on the wrong train
… you proved to me unintentionally that you would self-destruct eventually
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map