Time Has Got Nothing to Do with it. . Make me a mannered, a mannered thing. Carved of wood, a life force thing. Give it an arm, that points to the earth.
The Sweetest Drop. . Roll yourself away from me. Unveil me from your layers. Lay with me. Let me plunder, - no betrayal. Shame cast out. Morning sensual fire aroused.
A white light blazing deep. Through the wasteland searching we. Soaring birds now hunt the brow. As I thirsty gripped with hunger now. Clear sighted painful ends to win.
Teach him to be happy. Teach him some control. Teach him what his friends are. . With your sunken eyes. And your pretty looks. Underneath a see through disguise.
Teach him to be happy. Teach him some control. Teach him what his friends are. With your sunken eyes. And your pretty looks. Underneath a see through disguise.