La muerte

Mastodonna

The pain it fills
The fresh distilled
Fancy stars
Fixing scars
Midnight nails
Matching car
Glitter shine...
Blinding eyes
Hypnotic lies...
 Wine on ice
Dropping dice...
This is where we come to die
It's so warm, heavenly/nice
Bright are the lights
Come find it
This paradise
When you are looking to score
Cash in and bet again
We'll be winning some more
Talk is cheap
But the money it roars
Finding homes off shores
Living in luxury
This is where we come to die
It's warm, heavenly/nice
Bright are it's lights
Come find it
This paradise
High beyond her tides
A Freak show life
All bids are rising
There comes a storm
Turns out your lights
High are her tides
Long stretch divide
For miles it's likely to pour
Sea level rising....
Heavenly...I'm forever yours...
Six feet down
From ground to the floor
Toss in the roses
The diamond ring and the chocolate liquor
He's a high roller for sure
The God of pleasure and more
So you knock on his door
You're looking to score
You need the next high
Then you're looking for more
This is where we come to die
It's so warm, heavenly/nice
Bright are the lights
Come find it
This paradise...

  • Author: Mastodonna (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 13th, 2016 12:31
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