Blindfold
Endless plesures of not knowing.
Tell me if you sense the silk,
within my rage the soft is showing,
floating down my back like milk.
Darkness stings the trembling soal
never will us be the same,
we seek this heat, this fury, this role,
let our sins burn in this flame.
Tell me if you sense the silk,
within my rage the soft is showing,
floating down my back like milk.
Darkness stings the trembling soal
never will us be the same,
we seek this heat, this fury, this role,
let our sins burn in this flame.
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