Your orbs were flowers fully in bloom
With lips I kissed beneath the moon
Your eyes shine a bright white-ish blue
And your skin a liquid flowing through
With lips I kissed beneath the moon
Your eyes shine a bright white-ish blue
And your skin a liquid flowing through
Silently enraptured with all of you
Oh my child, what am I to do?
Lost like the knife placed in your womb
I still hear your whore-ish moan
Oh my child, what am I to do?
Lost like the knife placed in your womb
I still hear your whore-ish moan
Echoing in the room to the bone
What now returns to where it belongs
There where the air is thick as despair
There where the dead still may roam
What now returns to where it belongs
There where the air is thick as despair
There where the dead still may roam
The tormented souls inflict their own
A stab in the heart like icicles
Push me to bed, a flicker on the water,
And rush within me quicker and stronger
A stab in the heart like icicles
Push me to bed, a flicker on the water,
And rush within me quicker and stronger
Just because you've kept my secret this long
Doesn't mean your truth is something they want
But this feeling, I wish I knew what it was
Or why your ghost still haunts me so
But this feeling, I wish I knew what it was
Or why your ghost still haunts me so
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