Love, you bring me to my knees
I'll do anything that you tell me to
We can share the same disease
I'll sacrifice my heart to you
Holding hands eternally
Laughing together, so happily
We dug our hands in the garden
To bury our little problem
Where the flowers die, little heathen
Where the flowers die, and stop breathing
We dug our hands in the garden
To bury our little problem
Where the flowers die, little heathen
Where the flowers die, and stop breathing
We'll carve our names into a tree
Before we dissolve under our skin
Forever is something we can be
Oh my sweet carcinogen
Holding hands eternally
Laughing together, so happily
We dug our hands in the garden
To bury our little problem
Where the flowers die, little heathen
Where the flowers die, and stop breathing
We dug our hands in the garden
To bury our little problem
Where the flowers die, little heathen
Where the flowers die, and stop breathing

Little Heathen

New album is out. We hope our new City Rot songs burn permanently onto you skull and rot your brain.

Little Heathen

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