Lyrics
Soundtrack to a Sunset
after slow deliberation, red roses turn blood red over pale blue skin/
i am your ironic smile personified, i am the decrepit conception, the keeper of invalid dreams/with sprigs of juniper in her hair/i've always wondered what it would feel like to wake up covered in the fresh morning dew/there are times when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls/maiden words carved all over your wrists/your butterflies are in my stomach/vultures-circle around the kill!!/its called hunting, its called haunting, this so called eternity is impossibly daunting/the aeolian harps have sung their most important song, the sullen wind of a dying man's breath, whispering, struggling, gone
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