Dusk
Decadent Little Girl
Let the light pass through - let the fluids bleach Mind - Body - Rapture - State of the art
A tender touch would be hard to find
A warm embrace would never matter
You rejoice in false passion And your spirits over turn
Decadent Little Girl - Let the light pass through Head lights burning bright - the final destination Those eyes keep staring As frozen emotions would ventilate
Decadent Little Girl - Overturn
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