“At the Bottom” Brand New

And we spoke
About the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
And which psalms we had loved the most
And then we all turned to dirt
And dust
Some men die under the mountain just looking for gold
Some die looking for a hand to hold

Well I carry this box to its proper place
And when I lower it down
I let you fade away
I hope that you would do this for me
Well I’d serve you drugs on a silver plate
If I thought it would help you get away
I hope that you would do this for me

(Source: rumoredformerclarity, via moonchrysalis)

She’s Lost Control by Joy Division

(Source: art-any-road, via alexgators)

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