Everyday dearest orchid find a way and prey and prey and prey
Behind the eye's of your sister's portrait
Wine wind and pray on the minds
Two dearest things
One man with a gun and one with an arm
It is a basic sensation no it was a basic sensation no it is a basic sensation
A fantasmata of her mother
Don't avoid the straightforward answers but take the cold one with the cold arms
Like a megaphone
Too painful and no harm
Maybe we have a second rate son
Superhuman acknowledged absurd subhuman
Provoke a frenzy in me my love provoke a frenzy in me provoke a frenzy in me my love
Unconsious and screwed by all
Does one expect an afterlife
No I only wish for the after thrice
Hand over with the devil's trident
And paint it the orchid because we have a second rate son
He's abrupt rude and undone
Deism at hand
Now you know
I won't go