Oh, Miss Believer,
my pretty weeper
Your TWISTED
THOUGHTS are
like Snow
on the
Rooftops.
Please,
take my hand,
We're in a
Foreign Land
as we travel
through Snow,
Together
we Go...
I know
You're DEAD
INSIDE, but
you make
me FEEL
ALIVE.
I'll wait
to see
you again.
Darling,
don't be so shy,
I'll see you at
Midnight
and when
I close
my eyes...
-Twenty One Pilots
"Oh, Ms.Believer"
|twenty one pilots
-PVRIS
"Mirrors"
|White Noise