Seven Dead Orchids

Seven Dead Orchids 歌词

歌曲 Seven Dead Orchids
歌手 Enslavement of Beauty
专辑 Megalomania
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作曲 : Myrholt, Tunheim
The vortex of addiction is out of square there are imaginary catchwords everywhere
The ego-dolls reap the meadows of megalomania and we crave the spotlight
An ephemeral prostitute in the centre of attention my deserted space needs another case of intervention celebrity is my speciality glamorised in fashion
I am the mannequin to be
Oh, sweet seventeen...her unblemished face clad in the tint of juvenile flesh seven dead orchids lay trampled and beguiled like the lust that died
She sits astride
The pictures my crayons painted xeroxed and airbrushed to fit admiration disguised in trivial pursuits animated to death...
The vortex of addiction is out of square there are imaginary catchwords everywhere
The ego-dolls reap the meadows of megalomania and we crave the spotlight...
zuo qu : Myrholt, Tunheim
The vortex of addiction is out of square there are imaginary catchwords everywhere
The egodolls reap the meadows of megalomania and we crave the spotlight
An ephemeral prostitute in the centre of attention my deserted space needs another case of intervention celebrity is my speciality glamorised in fashion
I am the mannequin to be
Oh, sweet seventeen... her unblemished face clad in the tint of juvenile flesh seven dead orchids lay trampled and beguiled like the lust that died
She sits astride
The pictures my crayons painted xeroxed and airbrushed to fit admiration disguised in trivial pursuits animated to death...
The vortex of addiction is out of square there are imaginary catchwords everywhere
The egodolls reap the meadows of megalomania and we crave the spotlight...
zuò qǔ : Myrholt, Tunheim
The vortex of addiction is out of square there are imaginary catchwords everywhere
The egodolls reap the meadows of megalomania and we crave the spotlight
An ephemeral prostitute in the centre of attention my deserted space needs another case of intervention celebrity is my speciality glamorised in fashion
I am the mannequin to be
Oh, sweet seventeen... her unblemished face clad in the tint of juvenile flesh seven dead orchids lay trampled and beguiled like the lust that died
She sits astride
The pictures my crayons painted xeroxed and airbrushed to fit admiration disguised in trivial pursuits animated to death...
The vortex of addiction is out of square there are imaginary catchwords everywhere
The egodolls reap the meadows of megalomania and we crave the spotlight...
Seven Dead Orchids 歌词
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