| I beweep my foolish prudence, I beweep thy sick reluctancy
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| Chaos disguised as nought, accusing acquaintance of sodomy
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| Sometimes I just stare blankly for hours
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| Wondering how it could have been
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| Interrupted only by the blur of sight from the tears I shed in between
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| I crawl my way through morphine days
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| Anodyne at least, in opiating grace
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| I knew it was killing me
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| But the apple seemed so sweet
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| And I still, sometimes, dream of thee…
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| I am the tranquil king, I mirror cupid in all these phrases
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| There’s a sadness in our eyes, dancing stars and trancing faces
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| I am the faithless mainstream of poker puss mannequins to be
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| These days everybody smiles and all the cameras are circling me
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| In forvid energy… I still extol thy image to the sky (and beyond)
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| Thou art petite, thou art pristine…
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| (and) my superlatives are not just words
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| The humid energy (of passion) granted us the wings of hell
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| We are drifting aimlessly (on) our way to somewhere
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| I crawl my way through morphine days
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| Anodyne at least, in opiating grace
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| I knew it was killing me
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| But the apple seemed so sweet
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| And I still, sometimes, dream of thee…
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| I waive my attempts to smile, I waive my attempts to care
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| Tinged with bizarre implicit violence
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| I mimic the expression they expect me to bear
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| I am the pretty, pretty sex machine, when we come is when we die
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| Deceit is a pill for us to share, leaving an all time high… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song C17-H19-N03-H20 , by - Enslavement of Beauty. Song from the album Megalomania, in the genre Метал