Maybe I'm sick, and maybe that makes me contagious
No matter what, I know you want me gone
Sick to my stomach, I fail to emulate everyone else
Who loves or pleases you

Oh, smoking cigarettes
Maybe I'll get you to hate me even more
I know that there is nothing you can blame me for
But you find a way

Cutting out my tongue, well it won't make it any better
You always find a way to make it hurt
I'm getting ready to hate you for the things that I'll do wrong
Like hanging from the ceiling
Or bleeding on the floor

Oh, but lighting things on fire
Maybe I'll get you to hate me even more
Oh, I know that there is nothing you can blame me for

And I won't hesitate to bite like a dog if you come back around
And I can't really say if you made me this way
Or if I'm forever bound to misery

Smoking cigarettes
Maybe I'll get you to hate me even more
I know now there is nothing I should blame you for
But I find a way

serenades for the false-hearted

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If you have high nostalgia for Lana UV era or just love her than listen to Algernon 🖤💗

Algernon

Arsonist

Lullabies in a Glass Wilderness

For You I Hold My Breath

Ruby Throat - Naked Ruby

Awaiting You (out take) - Lalleshwari (Katie Jane Garside)

Katie Jane Garside (Lalleshwari) - Marybell (Rides into town on pig)

{dont delete me}

you’re so cool you’re so cool
walking down the hall
wild eyes they are black
like the magic 8 ball
you got guns for trophies
mounted up like animal heads
with the skulls of all the
high school champs you keep
in rows above the bed, you told me

“when i’m good, i’m very good
but when i’m bad, i’m better”
i'm yours forever, i'm yours forever 

you’re so cool you’re so cool
i’ll bet when you were born
all the orange crush & ne-hi soda
bottles in the world fizzed over
they wanna break yr heart
but it’s made of blood & tar
you carry all that suffering
like a gun between your arms
you told me:

“when i’m good, i’m very good
but when i’m bad, i’m better”
i'm yours forever, i'm yours forever

& i see the future and there’s no death
cuz you and i we’re angels

You're So Cool

my bedroom smells like rotten food
and i guess so do i
it’s harder to be good in here
than it is to starve and die

i’d give my body to satan
if i could only keep my soul
but i can’t seem to find the split
between them anymore

my hair is falling out again
and i don’t really care
i try to stir my conscience
it was never really there

your fingers up inside of me
feel like fingers down my throat
everything is fine in heaven
but i’ll never get to know

make sacrifice in bathtubs
and stained bed covers
soak all of my clothes in holy water
and drown them like a crying son
drown them like a crying daughter
praying in the night to the angels of porn
nails in their wrists, knees on the floor
great lakes full of cum extracted from everyone

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Cozy St. Jean

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