A new serum eradicates the illness
An old man rises
Robin Goodfellow
Dianae, my muse
Morpheus in my heart
Your sand in my
it comes smoothly at start
stirs gently in the colour pot
centrifuge
restore
Always learn from history
To be sure you make the same
You dance like liquid fire
Like crystal methedrine
You make
we drank as much as we could
and she drank more
We are the children of the underworld
We are the children
And now that we're dead
we've learned how to live
Our failures
In a room with no doors I will lose myself
Hallowed dances upon glorified graves
Twisted minds, blasphemous slaves
Witches
Come down, slowly
I'm waiting by your side
Come down, carefully
I'm waiting
You're only but so is the desolate one
You're drowning but
Rip out my heart and put it on the table
Read
While the rest of you are sleeping safe and sound
I'm
I'm climbing the clouds
I touch a subdued sky
With my bare
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