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Gothic
08:28
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My health, oh my health.
Take a step backward, my dear.
This may be infectious.
Talk..
Talk..
I see an array of colors,
A fucking state of mind
I cannot erase
Futures stuck in a hole
Of misfortune, miscommunication
Black, red, grey; the colors I see in
My health, oh my health.
Take a step backward, my dear.
This may be infectious.
All this momentum I have
Seems out of control
Talk to me
Talk...
Talk...
Talk...
Sapphires, fragile hands
A light that burns when the sun goes down
Eternal
Fragile soul, hate scorched eyes, tear stained face
The sound of her breath
The smell of her hair
The taste of her lips
The smooth graze of a fragile hand
Maelstrom of thoughts, worries
The scent of candles
The taste of sweet
Eternal
If I could only see your body
Crunching like food
Between my jaws
But oh, my health
Oh, my health
Step away my dear
Step away
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Tendrils of Midnight
09:52
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