To the One Who Has Never Prayed/Hated

I want the sun on its static day I want the blue wavy reverb of heaven sounds in my ears tremolo everything Want back those few London nights want them back like smack wants the vein of her most dedicated junkie Kiss god Delilah December and feel golden death I want the sun pulsating inside of my skin I want you rouged and druggy black and blue When I cross you...kill me then kiss me -then say you love me... Only then will I believe your guise of truthfulness i've only heard lies about Tremolo everywhere in my brain