Reoccurring messages of badness, reoccurring living bad dreams at the vortex of lost souls, wailing lost souls of shame, we are in one hole like a cup of mercury phosphate. — Smashing Pumpkins Copy Share Image
Living makes me sick, so sick I wish I'd die, down in the belly of the beast. — Smashing Pumpkins Copy Share Image
I disconnect the act, I disconnect the dots, I disconnect the me. — Smashing Pumpkins Copy Share Image
