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With decadent heart
And streamless blood
Memories will stink up the earth
No inhalation for new hope
Just a scene of limbless brides

With broken back and eroded feet
You think you can walk again
Even crawling is not an option now

Smile without lips
Speak without tongue
And with pale skin enjoy your lust

Forget me not
I dwell between the fabric of your ego
The textures there are torn to the bones
And the patterns are paranoid

All these disfigured fingers
Wont help you catch another breath
I dwell between the fabric of your ego
The textures there are torn to the bones
And the patterns are paranoid
Forget me not

Smile without lips
Speak without tongue
And with pale skin enjoy your lust

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