Behind the red door in american skin
There is a murder of roses
In the midnight hiss come cover me there
For i am electric nothing
Out on the tide strangers all are drowing by
Under eclipse I wait for your kiss
With the beating of all these idiot hearts
No more evil now, no horror sound, no maniac song from a tyrant
And the surfer king will show me everything in the great green flash of the evening
Out on the tide strangers we ride
Smoke in our eyes
Under eclipse, I wait for your kiss
With the beating of all these idiot hearts
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