We are the start of bleeding Fascination Slowly envelop what we Thrive Lacerate, fill your lungs with Passion Intentions last play at crime Enter my dreams No pictures or inquries They enter to feast on the Fearsome The devil's kind is right
Enter my dreams No pictures or inquries
My thoughts are Not a straight line They fluctuate like Waves or wine I will not falter I will unbind If you feel satisfied Then exit now 'cause in this nature Hunger will thrive
Here it's the last One, so say goodbye
Feel the songs serenade Spun in its twine
I will not falter I will unbind
Song's serenade Spun in its twine
Enter my dreams No pictures or inquries
My thoughts are not a Straight line - they Fluctuate to a Rhyme.
