I haven’t eaten in these days, three days that I met you.
Nylon smiles upon silver skin.
My mind’s environmental pollution, concentrate.
White noise in these days, three days that I met you.

Synthetic toys, yeah.
Dancing a lustful name.
But Sister says it’s a sin.

The priest says bow down, bow down, bow down.
Mesh together fingers again.
Loyally alleviate a kneeling person,
whispers lingering of treason.

That’s what you said, alleviate, alleviate.
That’s what we danced, three days in decades,
all along I’ve preserved this appetite since I met you.

You know, it’s nothing light.
‘Cause sister says it’s a sin, what we see in each other.
Lovely whispers to me in the evenin’,
that we have something similar.

Loyally alleviate me, the dusty cover screams.
Weak crossing appendages,
you speak in five different voices.

Manic, stranger, princess, I’ve suffered needlessly for you.
We gather together to acknowledge this dead effort.
That doves come to starve, they come to stare.
I punctually bid you adieu.

Mechanic dashing glances, the martyr drowns.
She’s frozen whispers in the broken snowy TV screen,
the priest says burn your eyes, burn your eyes, and burn your eyes.

This cloth must be removed.

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