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Michael McGuire
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Eve 4
Control; control; control that's what I need, I don't want to be the bones on the plate of this evil deed, I swallowed the placebo of her history, To the effect of a false cure for her mystery.
Chronicle of catastrophe fixed, Planet's fade; big bang fist.
Rigor mortis fantasy of gods and props, Sequence of event zero where tomorrow stops, I squeeze the gel of her soul till it solidifies, Take the milk of her blood to the alter to homogenize.
Perpetual past-translation-build, Software bug in the bounty of the future's yield.
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 There she stands next to my meaning, Like an angel that can only fly backwards, The prodigal son and this custom weaning, A whisper found in the city of lost words, A relic among the reality dig, he gives the comfort of the naked blush, I rape the bride of the universe rig, And I float on the wine filtered from the crush.
She's like a wound I pick just to know I exist, The broken-orbit vastness of a goodbye kiss, A spiritual manifestation of the hopeless physical hemisphere, A way of touching what is always and only near.
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