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Graze the skin with my finger tips |
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The brush of dead cold flesh pacifies the means |
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Provocative images delicate features so smooth |
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A pleasant fragrance in the light of the moon [CHORUS] |
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Dance with the dead in my dreams |
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Listen to their hallowed screams |
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The dead have taken my soul |
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Temptation's lost all control |
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Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes |
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Lose all mind control rationale declines |
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Empty eyes enslave the creations |
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Of placid faces and lifeless pageants |
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In the depths of a mind insane |
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Fantasy and reality are the same |
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Graze the skin with my finger tips |
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The brush of dead warm flesh pacifies the means |
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Incised members ornaments on my being |
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Adulating the skin before me |
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Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes |
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Lose all mind control rationale declines |
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Empty eyes enslave the creations |
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Of placid faces and lifeless pageants [CHORUS] |
