Flying gently all around the magic pipe. Drowned in thick smoke, we seek - we hide and lay side by side.
While the night turns, all our cameos were unearthly bound. In the moonlight, we dance in alleys without sound
as divine - as creatures made in the velvet clouds as pure - as the origins of the blackest shroud they guide us as we guide them - blindfolded to illuminate to the temple of our lust, to live eternally within…
… eternally in sin
Drowning gently Blood may be our secret crime in the stardust, god tears the healing wine while the night turns bringing back the black swan’s pride in the flood tide we dance into suicide.
as divine - as creatures made in the velvet clouds as pure - as the origins of the blackest shroud they guide us as we guide them - blindfolded to illuminate to the temple of our lust, to live eternally within…