Folie
Folie a deux A madness shared by two. Where have we gone? What have we done? Why do I let you put your hands around my throat? Because you may as well do it. Your hands are there whether we’re together or not. This is our world now And it’s as fucked up and psychotic as anything could be. Pull me to you. I don’t resist anything. You laugh because I bend for nobody except you. You laugh because you don’t know how bad it has gotten. I laugh because I do. This is the new future.







