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Vengeance is mine, fuck you
I won the heart of New York City
The illness wanes, I'm almost sane
And not too far from happy

The sirens wail my favorite song
The wormwood wilts and withers
The unforgivables have fought it out
Down by the river

The whole, the half, the crescent
The future, past and present
Are all the same to me up here

I rise above the cunts
All bets are off but I keep gambling
Room 232, please
There you go, sir, have a pleasant evening

The dreams are black and white
On the cool side of the pillow
And from my bed I curse the dead
Who walk outside the window

It's true, a vow of silence
Can be an act of violence
I'll never speak a word again

The void is emptiness
In its purest form, but mind you
If masturbation doesn't help
You have your pills to turn to

So raise your tankard
And drink to our decomposition
Some day this suicide
Will be a joke on television

I'm feeling so much better
Tonight I'll burn your letters
And never think of you again

Andi Almqvist -- Vocal, piano
Christine Owman -- Vocals, cello

Words and music: Andi Almqvist

From the album Warsaw Holiday (2013)