She shone like the sun in those days
Whispered things into
Hatred, another way to shineFeel it, rushing through your veinsYou
Come on winter feed me with your darknessyou know I've
Echos from a sweating skyMy fingers dancing cos I'm a
Power up the electric ladylick her spasmic skinstick one finger
We have passed stars and moons walked through the storming
The sun is high and so am IThe plant in
Someone bring me the wine!Well you know, know what you
Woke up this morning from a wonderful dreamA dream about
Baby, will you hold my hand, my head is hauntedI
I feel so lonely in my own born shoesI've tried
You see me as a looserYou see me as a
You choose to dive into this nothingnesswhile I try to
Who said death must be sad?Let's go together, take my
Blind illusions, no revolutionstuck in a season of griefdesperations of
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