Ibidem
Stay, stay here and listen to the way,
The wind is blowing
Lay before the fire, then betray
Your secret passion play
You must remain all thoughts free
You won t believe your senses' spree
Pray, your tribute to the unknown god pay
He's grace retain
Day, by day we're killing us away
A slow decay
You're still the same, you've no gain
You need release for once again
Ask me
Ask me
Spectator of your uncolored vanity
Touch me
Feel me
Am I real? (Or) Was I born from your insanity?
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Publicado el: 2024-01-06 00:00:00 por panzas
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