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And she watched and she waited. Loving a time eaten by demons and

cursing the day. A sombre seed of a mirrored point, just an idea.

Laughing in a kaleidoscope of blood and honey... it was all just

a dream. The scream, the nod, the boy, the idea. The five points

of frustration, inverted to decode, and now they`re just upside

down. And the snakes who gave you life, mock them from their

faraway silent mystery. The temptress in green runs to her attic

temple, the sick secrets and the moon all hers to chant in a dark

wood falls into crush her of the house she cannot find. Requiem

and wandering, following shadows burnt in the dark. Fucking

herself in the dense where the cats all watch and guard, and her

offspring - a watery universe spark in the chaos of thoughts and

orgasm. Where the cats are gods and the forest is home and the

blood is the life... A hypodermic, the symbol of the temple. And

grim reaper, he won`t come to her. And she puts a kiss in the

cauldron every night for his ghost, yet the birds always sing.

The necklace dangles on her breast and fires at the moons touch.

The chaos mingles with the dust of the grave, while the ashes

blow away. And the gate between illusion and breath creaks wider

with the fading of the sun. Now she wears a cape.

And she watched and she waited. Loving a time eaten by demons and

cursing the day. A sombre seed of a mirrored point, just an idea.

Laughing in a kaleidoscope of blood and honey... it was all just

a dream. The scream, the nod, the boy, the idea. The five points

of frustration, inverted to decode, and now they`re just upside

down. And the snakes who gave you life, mock them from their

faraway silent mystery. The temptress in green runs to her attic

temple, the sick secrets and the moon all hers to chant in a dark

wood falls into crush her of the house she cannot find. Requiem

and wandering, following shadows burnt in the dark. Fucking

herself in the dense where the cats all watch and guard, and her

offspring - a watery universe spark in the chaos of thoughts and

orgasm. Where the cats are gods and the forest is home and the

blood is the life... A hypodermic, the symbol of the temple. And

grim reaper, he won`t come to her. And she puts a kiss in the

cauldron every night for his ghost, yet the birds always sing.

The necklace dangles on her breast and fires at the moons touch.

The chaos mingles with the dust of the grave, while the ashes

blow away. And the gate between illusion and breath creaks wider

with the fading of the sun. Now she wears a cape.

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