Wash the garments from gore impressed with human nails Thrilling distinct whispers "The physician's box"
Your ivory pieces in my box a gift from disfigured enshrouded From your parted, thin and shrunken lips pieces of beauty I've encountered
Your lustreless pupil-less eyes glassy stare invites to your smile
After your drastic change they’re all mine as you no longer need teeth Interred at the closing in of the night, still palpitate as I get them
Palpitate
Sudden epilepsy that helps me find what bride enwombed behind sane and alive Maladies at hand guide me to the vigor to get treasures so hidden insideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
