Worship me And forgive me Torture me The pain’s cleansing
Shapes, going forward and they go on and on, beyond I’ll often die
Torment me And forget me Posturing is painstaking
Shapes going forward and they go on and on, beyond I wonder why
As he goes home he knows a little less inside (Hold on it’s almost over) Rage, mania My own silhouettes and I (Hold on it’s almost over)
We’ve come forever (It’s all around and up and down) And our hate’s on a road Bending and bending and bending over
As he goes home he knows a little less inside (Hold on it’s almost over) Rage, mania My own silhouettes and I (Hold on it’s almost over)
When all your hopes and dreams, they flutter Flicker between the moon and sun To trust is inadvertently painstaking But it’s a must to endure this plight for ecstasy Why must everything complicate when all we want is to procrastinate? Waiting, praying, decaying, dying
I feel about all this romance…I feel slave
Gone
Shun the whore He’s shown me more Sex and drugs, but I feel nothing
Shapes, going forward and they go on and on, beyond I’ll often die
As he goes home he knows a little less inside (Hold on it’s almost over) Rage, mania My own silhouettes and I (Hold on it’s almost over)
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