you felt me from my inside and desecrated me without mercy...
14 dic 2010
one of the sweetest dreams last night...
you felt me from my inside and desecrated me without mercy...
The Spectrum ROYAL TRUX
My faith is in the spectre
And there it shall remain
The spectre is a surgeon
An anatomic guide
He haunts the lenses of my eyes
And the chemicals in my brain
Once there was a rich man
Who drank from the spectre's cup
He always held his head so high
But he never would look up
The spectre was above his head
Hanging like a sword
The lesson now it must be said
The spectre is its own reward
And there it shall remain
The spectre is a surgeon
An anatomic guide
He haunts the lenses of my eyes
And the chemicals in my brain
Once there was a rich man
Who drank from the spectre's cup
He always held his head so high
But he never would look up
The spectre was above his head
Hanging like a sword
The lesson now it must be said
The spectre is its own reward
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