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

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

Simple smiles, eyes
Lose all mind control rationale
Empty eyes the creations
Of placid and lifeless pageants

In the depths of a mind
Fantasy and reality are the

the skin with my finger tips
The brush of dead warm pacifies the means
Incised ornaments on my being
the skin before me

Simple smiles elude psychotic
all mind control rationale declines
Empty eyes the creations
Of placid faces and pageants

with the dead in my dreams
We to their hallowed screams
The dead have my soul
Temptation's lost all

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