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She's calling you down the undercroft: a massive whisper, nice and soft.
Ride accross the endless valley, there's a place where you need to stay.

'Cause you the one who sold the sun,
away from soft-created sons.
A mother fungus blind mind killer.

Unsuspected colors all around, you may feel the rain fall on the ground.
The Moth is calling up the boy, superior Nature calling us all.

Oh she's a black queen of all inception, a quintessential convolution.
Down in this vault ain't no way back, Monster Moth is calling all the boys home!

Drifting down along the river, crossed the line beneath the never.

See all the things you never learn,
you're getting close enough to burn
within this tantric architecture.

Unsuspected colors all around, you may feel the rain fall on the ground.
The Moth is calling up the boy, superior Nature calling us all.

Carnal breathing corridor, your face is on the door.
Wanton young blind beauties find the architect of your own mind.
Do you want to feel their eyes caress your conscience with desire?
Feel their heavy hair, memories on your cosmic mind...

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