I've Always Assumed There's A

Tried Living In The Real World Instead Of A Shell, But I Was Bored Before I Even Began.

These Tears I'm Wailing, I Spill Not Without Reason. Remove Them, My Dearest Love. Take Me To The Place I've Been Dreaming Of, Where The Grotesquely Lonely Meet The Grotesquely Lonely And They Whisper, Just Very Softly, Please Be Mine, Dearest Love.

I Would Never, Ever Do Anything As Vulgar As Having Fun.

I Have An Unswayable Obsession With Death. If There Was A Magical Pill That One Could Take That Would Retire You From The World, I Would Take It.

Robert Smith Is A Whingebag.