歌词
Already wounded...
I wonder if
I would dare to be stabbed by the thorns of virtue
Such a sight, petite and illegal...a specimen of beauty in shapeless splendour
Haunted by her image in blank dismay,
I kiss and embrace the dreaming adventure of the dainty, delusive doll...
Seeping into the tunnel of reality...
The savage beast of lust mock-manly rearing its deceitful head
With 666 tattooed upon its bleeding chest
Virtue seems like a sheer waste of flesh,
I smoulder like a ******* cigarette
She bestow me the poet's beauty of phrase, oh,
I *********...
The vortex of addiction is out of *******
There are imaginary catchwords everywhere
The vortex of temptation gently blows
The ego-dolls reap the meadows... ...of megalomania...
Profoundly wounded...
I still wonder during my frequent strolls to this rendezvous
Such a sight, so pristine...a specimen of beauty in sheer ******* grace
Haunted by her image, spread eagle on my bed,
I need some pills to kill the pain
I need some pills to absorb the impression of the dainty, delusive doll ...sleeping into the coma of reality
The savage beast of lust mock-manly rearing its deceitful head
With 666 tattooed upon its bleeding chest
Virtue seems like a sheer waste of flesh,
I smoulder like a ******* cigarette
She bestow me the poet's beauty of phrase, oh,
I *********...