I will still love you when the last bird falls from the sky. When the last bone explodes into a cloud of dust. When the last tree is incinerated from the inside out. I will still love you when the earth as we know it is finished.
I will still love you when the last bird falls from the sky. When the last bone explodes into a cloud of dust. When the last tree is incinerated from the inside out. I will still love you when the earth as we know it is finished.
Celebrating the strange and the shadowy, the damned and unseen 