Imaad Wasif

Priestess
Easter is everywherea memory enchanting timeall these rooms, all these wallshanging pictures for the blindBlown across, the plains in my glassdrain ??? ??? masters through ??? reignLast year in ??? ??? solemn processions of the husbandyou emerged in pornagraphic heatfrom a poem of obsessionLearn to accept how far we are from perfectslowly undress the priestessThe essence of a gold flowerthe essence of a gold flowerflower...??? ??? ??? ?????? ??? ??? ?????? ??? ??? ??? Aus Songtexte Mania