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Withering Surface
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Black As I
You Are The SALT In SICKNESS I Am The WOUND In SICKNESS And HEALTH
The Music Ceases As Your NOBLE Touch Pleases Your PREDICTABLE Touch Ceases As The Tirering Music Pleases
You Are The WATER In SICKNESS I Am The FLAME In SICKNESS And Health
Maybe, I Want To Cherish Your Sensual VIRGINITY
Maybe, I Want To Cherish Your Sensual INABILITY
Maybe, You Ask Why Why You Are, BLACK AS I
And Sorrow Fills The Moon Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com As I KISS HER Faithfully And Shadows Fill The Room As The BEAST Take Shape To Win
You're Black, You're Black You're BLACK AS I
When Our THRILLS Cease I Leave The World Behind A DELIGHTFUL Feast I Wish Oh, Lord, You Know I Tried
Like Blood, A SCENT In The Sun So Special, Maybe THE ONLY ONE
And HER Flaming LIPS Swallow My Endless Mess And HER Lovely HEARTLESS Soul I Soon Have Torn - IN TWO
'All black souls should look for white elements in themselves'
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