Les Monstres Terribles's lyrics & chords

He swirled his glass counter-clockwise three times, tuning his every sense into the poison he so desperately clutched in his hands. The chime of the crystal against the ice, the flickering light glistening off the warm pool of whiskey and the intoxicating scent of many memories all entered his mind like a threatening haze. Any attempt to convince himself his new found solitude was pleasing was soon trampled by the undeniable truth that he could barely breathe without her. Leighton Maxwell Torrne now regretted how he had always silently snarled ...read more