Dying Passion - Illusion | Текст песни

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I am a dream rebel, a bodiless soul
I am a verbal irritator, quite excellent
I could wheedle out a blue moon of you
A sin of a nun, courageous plans
Of a suicide and a sunny place

I´m not soul stealer, I´m not the killer
I´m not entitled to take no matter how much I wish to
I am the imp of desire, the mirror of wishes
A humble illusion, so unexpected
Now and then here and gone
That´s my rule – not giving myself out!

I ′ve eaten another fruit of the forbidden tree
Nothing bad happened at the very moment, just immediate pleasure
The minor offences help me feel alive
At the end of the day I´m grateful to all my mischieving

I´m not soul stealer, I´m not the killer
I´m not entitled to take no matter how much I wish to
I am the imp of desire, the mirror of wishes
A humble illusion, so unexpected
Now and then here and gone
That´s my rule – not giving myself out!

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