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Let Darkness Descend
04:52
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Oh the romance, this sickening romance
Cold crisp air and a low weakened sun
Marking a new end of another summer
That has passed way to soon
And as things seem to change, as all the beautiful
Begin to fade away I sit back and stay the same
I envy your passion, I envy your happiness
I envy your ability to make me feel worthless
And just like all of your, every single one of you
I can’t venture on my own
And as things seem to change, as all the beautiful
Begin to fade away it seems evident that
Love is in the air but I can’t fucking breathe
I fall upon the thorns of life I bleed
Let darkness descend
I don’t want things to change
But I don’t want things to stay the same
Let darkness descend
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Feel my limbs, soaked in sweat
Give me your hands, forget about your innocence
Feel my limbs, my swollen lust
Fill your insides in this
Moonlight, dim light
Feel my limbs, my blood pumping veins
And look into my eyes before you kiss me again
And rip my flesh, bite my neck
As we become one in this
Moonlight, dim light
I’m in love with your physics, so leave your morals behind
Lets combine all of our pleasures and lets transcend into the night
For what are you but an object of my burning affection
And what are we but bags of meat dancing elegantly in this
Moonlight, dim light
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Over the Alps, Into Milan
In the guide of money and power I descend
Through a vulnerable haze, oh the sky mourns
And beneath my wings pretty boys adorn with
Cigarette smoke
This miserable place
Oh please, oh please don’t let me stay
Don’t let me stay
Yet on bleeding feet, bathed in ruthless lights
Hastily I drag my hopes to new heights
Over hills of gold I walk the walk in throbbing pain
Under fixed eyes I seem to walk in vain
Let your amazement pour over
The melancholy of a wounded young man
I’m meant for bigger things
I’ll show you who I am
I’ll show you who I really am
And I will dance through foreign cities with reckless abandon
I will sing songs about Heaven, Treason, and Women
And I will fall with grace when time is right
Only to blossom as the golden rose that will never die
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As we drunkenly dance closer now
Under blazing palm trees of fire to the end of love
I cry out; pour me another glass of champagne!
The sky seems closer now
That I’m fingering you into a new year
And I cry out; blow me some more wind in my sails!
Heaven feels closer now
That I’m on top, but these trysts are all the same
These lovers are all the same, I’m left feeling all the same
And walking through the pouring rain I weep
Oh world, is it soon time
For you to bloom before my eyes
Bright lit blue skies
Oh world, come alive!
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Dance before me now into eternity
I like how your mighty back wriggles in smooth arcs
Beauty face don’t get bored
Just let your young heart free, with me
Under the Sun, Under Your Dress
The caress of deep sonder makes me tremble
I’m drawn to you, I do my best, but is it enough?
Don’t taunt me now, don’t turn this love into pity
Just say that you will remember me
Under the Sun, Under Your Dress
Your love is not enough ‘cause I’m blinded by greed
Adorned by the bruises I inflict, adorned by your broken wings
I shoot you down, like a dog in the street
Leave you bleeding on the ground, return to heaven now!
And I have broken the stoutest of bonds
The Bonds of Love shatter
Fallen angel, waste matter
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Eurostar
04:31
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This is a fragile lie
This is my pretentious pride
I don’t think you’re quite right
Change here for rejection
But please stand clear of the closing doors
And mind the leap if you admit
This is your life
And I don’t think you’re quite right
I want to tear myself apart, and rearrange every single piece
Into something better, into something that would please
I surrender my body and mind to you twisted fucks
You can suit me, shoot me, distribute me, you can prostitute me
Into becoming a Eurostar
This is your life
And I don’t think you’re quite right
We burn, we burn a hot fire here
We burn, we burn a hot fire here
We burn, we burn a hot fire here
We burn, we burn a hot fire here
And I don’t think you’re quite right
This is your life
And I don’t think you’re quite right
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Oh the mirrors, all these mirrors on the walls
They surround us and allow us to observe all her gestures
And all her fierce perfection, from every possible angle
And all these mirrors expose my vile deeds and I can’t get enough of¨
The money, I see
Your heels, on the floor in this world there is
I sink into bliss, and I can’t get enough of your love
The money, I see
Your heels, on the floor in this world there is
I sink into bliss, and I can’t get enough of you love
I am so eager to fight you now
With these cut-throat’s hands I will conquer this unexpressed hidden force
Of such elegant prey of your majestic kind, even tempered
And not easily led to smell my new scent and I can’t get enough of
The money, I see
Your heels, on the floor in this world there is
I sink into bliss, and I can’t get enough of your love
The money, I see
Your heels, on the floor in this world there is
I sink into bliss, and I can’t get enough of you love
Oh the mirrors, through all these mirrors on the walls
I absorb your presence, wide eyed, but its not enough
‘Cause your presence beauty does only breed more greed
And what was once bad habits, have now turned into needs
And we will have a fight, yes, we will have a fight
‘Cause love blossoms amidst these kind of brawls
And tulips will bloom among the ruins of my madness
And we will have a fight, yes, we will have fight, ‘cause I can’t get enough of
The money, I see
Your heels, on the floor in this world there is
I sink into bliss, and I can’t get enough of
The money, I see
Your heels, on the floor in this world there is
I sink into bliss, and I can’t get enough of your love
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