night. You want to display. Your charms. On this bright night. You want to display. Your charms. Over these circus Christmas lights. Your cares. Your misanthropy. Your distant gaze. Is missing
never be enough of anti more. I can't believe in the things. That don't believe in me. Now it's your turn to see misanthropy. Anti people now you've gone too far. Here's your antichrist superstar
routines of the young millionaires I will stand on the hill apolitical still. In the name of the young millionaires. Misanthropy, could it be in the name of the father and the son. And the young on the
just follow, don't wait just follow me. I don't want myself to be a victimless misanthropy. When you're laying on your bed. Will you play your life back over and over again?. One wish you'll never get. A
