Laid to the river midsummer, I waved a "V" of black swans. On with hope to the grave and though Red September with skies fire-paved. I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones.
Cold was my soul, untold was the pain, I faced when you left me a rose in the rain....
So I swore to the razor, that never, enchained. Would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again.
Bared on your tomb, I'm a prayer for your loneliness and would you ever soon. Come above onto me?
For once upon a time, on the binds of your loneliness, I could always find the slot for your sacred key .
Six feet deep is the incision! In my heart, that barless prison! Discoulours all with tunnel vision!
Sunsetter... Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition. This lust, this vampyric addiction to Her alone in full submission.
None better... Nymphetamine.
Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine... Nymphetamine girl.
Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine... My Nymphetamine girl.
Wicked with your charm, I'm circled like prey. Back in the forest were whispers persuade, more sugar trails, more white lady laid, than pillars of salt...
Fold to my arms, hold their message away and dance out to the moon. As we did in those golden days
Christening stars, I remember the way, we were needle and spoon, Mislaid in the burning hay.
Bared on your tomb, I'm a prayer for your loneliness and would you ever soon. Come above onto me? For once upon a time, on the binds of your loneliness, I could always find the slot for your sacred key...
Six feet deep is the incision in my heart, that barless prison, discoulours all with tunnel vision.
Sunsetter... Nymphetamine!
Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction, to Her alone in full submission, none better... Nymphetamine!
Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine... Nymphetamine girl. Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine... My Nymphetamine girl!
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