Cradle of guilt..
Keep the light onthe dream must go on
where ever it takes you
it’ll never hurt you.
The truth shines through pain
underneath the silky skin of the night.
Ultimately right and suddenly fight...
the path is getting wider and white
and I walked into the house of pleasures
they said it’s filled with treasures,
but the rooms were empty,
the walls were dirty.
They said it’s just paintings
but still, it’s nasty.. Filthy
and no one was found guilty.
While something was laughing
singing.. Spinning through the empty air
endlessly insane
and for what all this pain
certainly for no gain.
Scream and shout
when they pull your soul out
that’s what it’s all about
my fear stinks.. My frustration sticks
but you’ve got to be a whore
to win this war..
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