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14.12.2005, 21:06 | #1 |
..:NiCoTiNe:..
Sky on my wrists
Mirrored on my sea of heat Things we need to do Betraying ourselves again Take my drugs from my lips Let me taste the sin in you Between grass and graves We need our little vices To survive our lives Like nicotine I smell your scent Like burning ashes you scorch my eyes We need our little vices Falling leaves on the road to eternity In rusty dagger dances Take my drugs from my lips Let me taste the sin in you Between grass and graves We need our little vices To survive our lives My finger tips feel no violence I'm not ashamed, try to go on We need this nicotine within To fly high between grass and graves To fly in our grey-white dreams Where we're the sinners, in paradise Where the soul is nothing more Than a four-letter word But aren't we all the same Tied up to reality - in our nicotine dreams So, c'me on, darling, Take my drugs from my lips Let me taste the sin in you Between grass and graves We still need our little vices To survive our death, to walk down in the Underworld ...Between glaring and escaping... 31-07-04 |
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