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Graze the skin my finger tips
The brush of cold flesh pacifies the means
images, delicate features so smooth
A fragrance in the light of the moon

Dance with the dead in my
We listen to hallowed screams
The dead taken my soul
lost all control

Simple smiles, eyes
Lose all control rationale declines
Empty enslave the creations
Of placid faces and pageants

In the of a mind insane
Fantasy and reality are the

Graze the skin my finger tips
The brush of dead warm pacifies the means
Incised members on my being
Adulating the before me

Simple smiles elude psychotic
Lose all control rationale declines
Empty enslave the creations
Of faces and lifeless pageants

Dance with the in my dreams
We listen to their hallowed
The have taken my soul
Temptation's all control

Dance the dead in my dreams
We listen to their screams
The dead have taken my
Temptation's lost all