Washed away cruel, white asylums
Dirty feet born to empty closets
Loving the cold, because you're the tyrant
Hearing the call of dreamy sirens
Can't you be good?
Teethless
Kissing our chains, tasting us
Haven't I gone to your home?
Under your skin
Your beating heart
Dreaming on
The night won't pass
A spinning head
A final god
Isn't it love that sees you?
Isn't it love that sees through you?
Washed away cruel, white asylums
Dirty feet born to empty closets
Loving the cold, because you're the tyrant
Hearing the call of dreamy sirens
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