Flower of psycothic extasies Be my guide where existence doesn't exist Be my black ship In the inconcistence sea of reason Be my Muse
Be the atom breath, in my immaterial world Be my geometric madness
Wet my face, wet my face wet my face with vital lymph
In my pathetic dance, behold me with astonished eyes in my spin Be my hope bride and my bringer of doom Show my real self in my anarchic dream
Be my drug
Freeze my mind to see the truth like plumb in my veins
Be my inconscious desire reveal you in my mirror
Be my strenght in this last extreme act And so the existence turns offTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
