One Sense Too Much piosenki

Arsonists ablaze! This wick of demure graves Burden their eyelids to succor them astray "Come to me, ye vile miscreants, be it coalesced with flame. Relinquish now, thine survival, heed my voice that reverberates. Whisk along vast asafoetida, as it deftly vent...

Yet I float with felicity on a nerve, for I have seen you more than just your curve. A stage below the fame and shame. Abound of burlesque queens in shades. How abrupt are those testosterone panics. Arouse sweetly on lap dances' manic. Overexpose every hidden...

Of Beauteous Craft 

I can hear the silken innards of the caskets' whispers. They greet with exhortation to my ears. But the moonlight declines and bound me to this conscience ground. Where stitches sewn betwixt my heels and my shapeless shadow. In this inconsistent connection (I...