Holy Fuck In a Hand Basket

Okay maybe you can tell... from this blog.. oh and Ruby sure knows (thank you for being so patient with this obsession) I have a thing for Alan Rickman.. and in the case of this post: Snape.

You know it is wierd, have you ever had a dream and then some how found the perfect song to describe not only what you feel but also what happened in said dream. Okay, so maybe I AM JUST THAT FUCKED UP!! or Maybe I was meant to share the dream.

So here is the song with said lyrics (I highly recommend you open another window to listen while you read them) It fits so perfectly it fucking crazy.

http://www.imeem.com/people/fsOyhDV/music/urfTdhSS/apocalyptica_sos_anything_but_love/


S.O.S (Anything but Love):
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Bound to your side and trapped in silence

Just a possession

Is this sex or only violence

That feeds your obsession

You send me to a broken state

Where I can take the pain just long enough

Then I am numb -then I just disappear

So go on infect me

Go on and scare me to death

Tell me I asked for it

Tell me I'll never forget

You could give me anything but love

Anything but love

Does it feel good to deny

Hurt me with nothing

Some sort of sick satisfaction

You Get from mindfucking

Stripped down to my naked core

The darkest corners of my mind are yours

That's where you live

That's where you breathe

So go on infect me

Go on and scare me to death

Dare me to leave you

Tell me I'll never forget

You could give me anything but love

Anything but loveWithout any faith

Without any light

Condemn me to live

Condemn me to lie

Inside I am dead

So go on infect me

Go on and scare me to death

I'll be the victim

You'll be the voice in my head

You could give me anything but love

Anything but love.