Memories of a cola summer night, sweat on glass tables and pajamas. Just saw His Majesty on the screen, it couldn't be easier. That is where you are standing at the highest point of infinite scenery.
Memories of a cold night with black boxes and preserves on hand. My wait spanned years. You've got a fake nose, you're a heartthrob on crutches, your gay lover and betrayal lover, your blood mixed with alcohol on your cheeks, all the filth that makes me want to lick, Buried in the fog of London. You were still on the cusp of that time.
Perhaps His Majesty's traits include top-notch glamour, or maybe it's the brown curly hair that boils the hormones. I think I'm the girl who was taken away by you at the age of eighteen, twisting myself in the extreme panic that this temptation brings. It was the most unforgettable beginning, with the saddest ending, as if being tempted was a mission, you are like an atmospheric song with a crescendo of drums, you can easily ignite my blood.
His Majesty has his own most unique blood, mixed with Indian flavors, I don't know, I chased His Majesty because I was eager to taste this particular Johnny Depp blood. Maybe one day I'll stop serving you chicken jellies, if I have a small bottle of red on my shelf labeled [JD]
You're giving a very gimmicky opening, but I don't really seem to know who you are , what kind of life. Married or divorced, children and lovers. They just break my heart. If your glasses stay bright, I don't want to know if you have two kids; if your voice is still amazing, I don't care how much you get paid; if your blood always smells like someone, I don't care It doesn't matter how sexy your lover is. Your Majesty is just what His Majesty is willing to show me, and can spit out "Do you like me?", awesome and romantic, handsome and omnipotent.
It broke Ville Valo's heart when the world was too empty, and Jonne Aaron's heart was broken when the world was too real. Heard about your new movie progress, heard you talk about big teeth, heard that you left the princess, heard how much you love my hated child. Your Majesty will not understand my anger, it will burn myself when it comes into play. But when I turn to ashes in front of you, I think you'll understand.
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