Good loses. Good always loses because good has to play fair. Evil doesn’t.
God knows what is hiding in those weak and drunken hearts
Guess he kissed the girls and made them cry, those Hard-faced Queens of misadventure
God knows what is hiding in those weak and sunken lives
Fiery thrones of muted angels, giving love but getting nothing back
I knew you were trouble when you walked in…
When you play a game of thrones you win or you die. There is no middle ground.
Broken dreams and silent screams