Nostalgic depression sweeping by and now my mornings are distember grey. Let's turn back time and roll around on the moist grass with sun light fretting through our heads. Behold the night my beautiful, thin dancer of lust and pain. Why do you taste so well? Who poisoned you? Things were already burning before you was born. That creature of darkness was a horrible looking thing with all those ears, eyes and waving hands... and you're still smiling like an idiot. You gave up a long time ago. If you got ears, you don't have to listen. My back is aching and my head is exploading. It feels like I'm running but I don't want to fall. I heard the door slam so I ran down the rainbow of sin. You're surly like a root snatched from dry earth. If you got the chance you'd let a train run over you, and then you'd leave your lost shadow behind. Hollow winds passing us by. Green inflated trees swaying high up in the sky. Pull the trigger and watch those twinkling lights of crime and break in agony. In the nights I'm born into the flashed lightning while the thunder roars, but when they hear me cry all the clouds roll back into their places and the full moon fill the sky. I'm a child of the night, dancing beneath the stars and my mind come loose while I drift out of sight. Too high. You love my mystery.
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