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SINGER: Cradle Of Filth
SONG:Nymphetamine (overdose)
Evanescent like the scent of decay i was fading from the race when, in despair, my darkest days ran amok and forged her face from the fairest of handmaidens to a slick perverted wraith Nymphetamine Heaving midst narcissus on a maledict blanket of stars she was all three wishes sex, sex, sex A lover hung on her deathrow i was hooked on her disease highly strung like cupid's bow whose arrows hungered meat and the blinding flare of passion in the shade of narrow streets where their poison never rationed all the tips they left in me Two tracks bric-a-brac something passed between us like a bad crack upward-lit i'd met another kind Of rat in fact with every rome inside licked and ransacked... she haunted at the corners of my mind In black cataracts wouldn't whitewash away her filthy smoke stack she burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide Lead to the river midsummer, i waved a v of black swans on with hope to the grave and through red september with skies fire-paved i begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones Cold was my soul untold was the pain i faced wen you left me a rose in the rain... so i swore to the razor that never, enchained would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again Bared on your tomb i am prayer for your loneliness and would you ever soon come above unto me? for once upon a time from the binds of your lowliness i could always find the right slot for your sacred key... Six feet deep is the incision in my heart, that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision sunsetter... nymphetamine sick and weak from my condiion this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission none better... nymphetamine Wracked with your charm i am circled like prey back in the forest where whispers persuade more sugar trails more white lady laid then pillars of salt... (keeping sodom at bay) Fold to my arms hold their mesmeric sway and dance out to the moon as we did in those golden days Christening stars i remember the way we were needle and spoon midlais in the burning hay Bared on your tomb i am prayer for your loneliness and would you ever soon come above unto me? for once upon a time from the binds of your lowliness i could always find the right slot for your sacred key... Six feet deep is the incision in my heart, that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision sunsetter... nymphetamine sick and weak from my condiion this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission none better... nymphetamine Two tracks bric-a-brac something passed between us like a bad crack upward-lit i'd met another kind Of rat in fact with every rome inside licked and ransacked... she haunted at the corners of my mind In black cataracts wouldn't whitewash away her filthy smoke stack she burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide
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