Where there used to be a waxBlowing in the rhythm of a mind inside a man
Working in the shadows of a midnight land
Where words were sealed with feathers on
Rough papers like a symbol of the present
Madness and its demand this absence
Is more than I can handle in lack of a
Seveninch candle desperately waiting for a
Woman to abuse me and amuse me with sharpened
Fingernails
I would like to crawl underneath your
Skin revel in forbidden and ferocious
Sin touch your breath feel the
Satisfaction Piece of nighttime attraction we would
Bring in some species of nature Were closer now Across this room (???) the laws no words upon our lips If you were present now Presence until now closing in somehow Join in Miserable, optional doors maybe sell
Our fortune to a devil on the way
Abusement that turn us into slaves A song about the words so commercially
Despised Corner of my life Though I know a place where
They still can be written down and
Blossom like only spring can do when winter
Has been around So come with me and
The pleasures of mine Drawn fields, expose the secrets of life There is no simple desire
Only harvesting of your rare fruit
To many words I cannot put words to
To many movements I cannot hide.
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