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| | | | | | | Lyrics : | She ties me in an ivy when i don't speak
Black upon her angel's wings when she is weak
I'm in a mother's womb I'm her tortured prince
She sighs for eternity and a virgin's innocence
What is wrong with me
The flame is gone
Cut me like a child
The flame is gone
Let me stay for awhile
Cuts herself on silouettes and roses made from clay
No faces hide behind her body as she's torn and decayed
I'm prisoneer on her noose an infant painted gray
Whisper in my ear before i travel to this grave | | | | Views : 4 | | View more lyrics for this band |
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