FX-Z
The things are so confused
In the dance of thousand eyes
The candles burn their final fuse
And someone's fingers melt the ice
I watch the crimson clouds
Gather for the celebration
The demons shed their tears
As they see you walking by my door
The lords of darkness on their knees
Kiss your shadow on the floor
Try to quell the passion
Deliver them from temptation
The wings of night unveil
I see your face behind the glass
The moonlight stares me pale
And strew me with the dust
Who's the hell invented you
Who put you into me head
Who but me must pay the due
Since your ghost gone FX-Z
FX-Z
© Copyright: Рен Тажеев, 2009
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