I kind of like the idea of him wearing a light suit, not something that you would necessarily see on a stereotypical villain — the big black cloak and the black hat — and I just wanted to do sort of the opposite of the stuff I may have imagined Moriarty to wear. — Andrew Scott
you flawless bastard.
WHAT HAVE I DONE.
Album and idea cred to http://cockwagons.tumblr.com/. I don’t think you comprehend what you have done.
LYRICS:
Where’s your crowd now?
I’m c-coming out
Jim from IT its true
Need a picture of youYour face right now
Oh your pet is my pet nowWestwood and tie
How Molly would sigh
You solved all my crimes
Oh how I love your mindDon’t even try
Ready for those laser lights
Cause you know that Sherlock ICHORUS
I’m your biggest fan, I’ll
Blow stuff up until you love me
Mori-Moriarty
Baby there’s no other
Consulting criminal like me
Mori-Moriarty
We could have such fun
Come on now admit it I’ve won!
Baby we’ll be famous
I’ll just cause crimes until you love me
Mori-MoriartyScrew Scotland Yard
I left you my card
Carl Power’s shoes
Were a nice touch it’s trueIf I say so myself
But I could do so much more with your helpBut if you take
Just one more step
I’ll be less than devout
I’ll burn your heart outThis has been fun
I’d suggest you put down that gun
Cause Daddy’s had enough now!CHORUS
I love to watch you dance around London town
This network of mine no where else can be found
Won’t stop, for anyone
I might be bat-shit but it’s so much fun!CHORUS
(Sorry for being sharp on some of the choruses. I’m working on that…)
ASSDK:LSASJKSDJASDKASKASD:LSAJKSLKASD
“if you don’t stop prying, i’ll burn you. i will burn the heart out of you.”
“i have been reliably informed that i don’t have one.”
“but we both know that’s not quite true.”
So in case you haven’t seen
There is more shrock up on my blog.
It features a sweater, a mini guitar and the word Moriarty.
And me.
AND JOHN/SHERLOCK SHIPPING UNTIL MY VOCAL CHORDS DIE.
My Heart
Breathing’s boring, sleeping’s boring
everything’s so goddamn boring
What’s the point of living if there are no wrongs to right?
Everything I see leads to this game
All of his genius leads to my pain
John please fix me, make me whole.
John please fix me, mend my soul.
Chorus:
Moriarty
A stranger, a danger, a game with a name.
I have a heart
You are my heart
You can’t deduce it,
mess with him and this is what you get.
I’m so sorry my love, for killing you.
For doing what I had to do.
He says you’ll watch me burn
Your love makes my head turn
My heart on a funeral pyre
Wishing I could feel the fire.
Chorus:
I had a heart
Moriarty
Can’t you see? He’ll never let us be.
I know you’ll be the death of me.
I shouldn’t ship it, but in my head it’d be all tongues and suit/gun/voice!porn. HNGH.
