| A garden of seeds lost, ashen spirits embrace me in pain
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| Like scars that shed the plague of flames, my thirst awakes
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| Aceless to my feelings, inimicial to my pulse, like disease
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| Sand in my eyes, I am hiding from pleasure, yearning for breeze
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| Draw my bare tears from this melody now that I can’t flee
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| Take refuge in me or vanish, my beauty, bring or tear the silk
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| To weave the drops of passion or strike the winds of misfortune
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| Mourning I stand, my senses in abyss, under skies of torture
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| Devour my womb, these obscure roots
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| Release my dying touch, unchain me from my doom
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| I an crawling to feel desire
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| To shape your truth and fire
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| Crawling towards you, with the limbs of a stare
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| To dream a leaf without it’s tree, to follow it’s silence
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| I hear no sense, but a scream of lips and sighs in vastness
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| A thirteenth shadow in my nightmare you become
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| And it’s you in every rain, in every ballet and sun
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| Within my nest I bleed the coming of eves, hollow heart
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| Slave to this blessed state which sends my dreams afar
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| Bear witness to my memories of flesh that will never rise
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| The dice of desperation reveals a black rose lays on my mind
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| Devour my womb, these obscure roots
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| Release my dying touch, unchain me from my doom
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| I am prowling to feel desire
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| To yield to bounds and pyres
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| Crawling towards you, with the limbs of a stare…
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| A thirteenth shadow in my nightmare you become
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| And it’s you in every rain, in every ballet and sun
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| Within my nest I bleed the coming of eves, hollow heart
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| Slave to this blessed state which sends my dreams afar |