Empty love Quote by Anonymous
“I've lost the plot again Tell your friends to sharpen their teeth There's a few quid to be made... And my soul's a sorry state So come on down, you're empty lovers. Worms come out of the woodwork And the snakes start to sing. Do you feel the chill, Clawing at the back of your neck? I start to spill. Did you really think that you could fix me? They'll sell your bones for another roll.”