I can't reach for your lips
But is it what I need?
I wish I had no doubt
In shadows of eclipse
I wish I could escape in memories I miss
In exctasy of dreams
Headaches are bittersweet
The lipstick on wishlist
And kisses on the feet
Between cold executioner
And maniac fulfilled with flames
In many looking for the same
But beast with many names
In coffin shaped relaxing bath
On the other side of wrath
Ache lips
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