La Petite Mort, my lady were bout to die twice. I wont surrender and you wont surrender yurn. Whatever happens after this moments of no concern. But its hard to stop the burn when youre fueled by the friction. Increased heart rate only confused my addiction. Were wired for desire, dangers to ourselves. Flying under the radar, in the hangers, with the stealths. My muse, sleeps deep within time. I go to you for credit, though I need to decline. Its easy to cross a line and blame your flesh for the crime. Im sorry, its just the way were designed. My dear, we should leave here. Im talking bout one at a time, though. Cause you got me changin my mind slow. Leave here, says that voice in the back of my spine. As I awake and the moment rewinds.
Posted on: Wed, 20 Nov 2013 05:17:31 +0000
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