Devil's trident
Telepathe
Everyday dearest orchid find a way and prey and prey and prey
Behind the eye's of your sister's portrait
Wine wind and pray on the minds
Two dearest things
One man with a gun and one with an arm
It is a basic sensation, No it was a basic sensation, no it is a basic sensation
A fantasmata of her mother
Don't avoid the straightforward answers but take the cold one with the cold arms
Like a megaphone
Too painful and no harm
Maybe we have a second rate son
Superhuman, acknowledged absurd subhuman?
Provoke a frenzy in me my love, provoke a frenzy in me, provoke a frenzy in me my love
Unconsious and screwed by all
Does one expect an afterlife?
No, I only wish for the after thrice
Hand over with the devil's trident
And paint it the orchid because we have a second rate son
He's abrupt, rude, and undone
Deism at hand
Behind the eye's of your sister's portrait
Wine wind and pray on the minds
Two dearest things
One man with a gun and one with an arm
It is a basic sensation, No it was a basic sensation, no it is a basic sensation
A fantasmata of her mother
Don't avoid the straightforward answers but take the cold one with the cold arms
Like a megaphone
Too painful and no harm
Maybe we have a second rate son
Superhuman, acknowledged absurd subhuman?
Provoke a frenzy in me my love, provoke a frenzy in me, provoke a frenzy in me my love
Unconsious and screwed by all
Does one expect an afterlife?
No, I only wish for the after thrice
Hand over with the devil's trident
And paint it the orchid because we have a second rate son
He's abrupt, rude, and undone
Deism at hand
Now you know
I won't go
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