Virtual Goth Lyrics
Worst Party Ever Virtual Goth
Long nights in Industrial Park
You would sleep on the floor
And the room is still
But the vibrations pure
You'd been off joints
In the back of a car
Something along the lines of
Good times, from the black of my heart
I was separated, when you depart
I was awake, but hiding in the dark
You would sleep on the floor
And the room is still
But the vibrations pure
You'd been off joints
In the back of a car
Something along the lines of
Good times, from the black of my heart
I was separated, when you depart
I was awake, but hiding in the dark
