Woo, yeah
The next one is called "Inferno"
To lighten the beat
To a bright summer's day
Or a nocturnal vision
My inedible shame
Oh, there's a regret
And the castrated lives
The trinity cackle
Like fibbing goodbyes
Go to beyond
You got the call to approach
Like a scorpion, she harps and goes
Hard to mention, I know
Her lips meet yours
In a motionless stance
Her tentative painting
Yeah, paint me to death
What do you make of me now?
Yeah, make me of me now
You've been touching her hair
Or always squeezing her hand
On the binge for an angel just like it
I get rid of some
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