| Look at all the lights Of reds and yellows and whites Reach out and touch them Go ahead and run your fingers over them They're there for you To dive into For you to swim gracefully through There is not enough violence in this place Always so calm so collected You came here to bring down the moon To pretend shes sitting next to you in the car But you know it doesn't help anything It feels so wrong Just like your life It shows you how to use your incisiors For feelings that last for so long It only lets you drift a little farther away From this world you created From the pieces you salvaged From her beautiful voice of strings and woodwinds I light another cigarette And I begin to speak to myself In another language and in another voice Perhaps Samael I wish I could die with her movements in apreggio |
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