Sick Music Box

Is it the morphines?

Here comes my naked soul

Sick of all the clouds

Cloudlike emotions

Beauty or decay

This tentative suffocation

Thinly veiled invocation

Temptation of contempt

Tragic lies tragic hearts

A pair of dead doves

On the burning crossroad

Treasured stepping stones

Here's a wall that is closing in

Enveloped by purple smoke

Death is capable

Sleeping on the needles

Ponder about which important question

No question asked

To paint your name in cocaine

Or is it just spilled salt

Deniability Inc

Until the music stops

Every bone starts breaking

And it felt good for a little

Loosing self loosing control

To feel the needle through

Cheap wine through veins

Bright hair about the bones

My name is not cocaine

Nothing really matter

Because the night has died

Everyone knows your love

Knife scar and tired hearts

To break through tenderly

We have lost all our voice

From too much singing and liquor

Maybe it's just the liquor

There was a flood on the floor

Nothing is going to make you babe

Nothing is going to make you stop

Another is just like any other

When days become nights

Love, lust and taking

The act of taking it

Or you are just acting

Your smile have gave it away

Lost body construction

This fine destruction

To dance is to advance

To wait for the night out

Every death is a fresh breath

We don't need no air

Loosing self loosing control

To feel the nettle through

Cheap wine tastes like blood

Bring air and bring smoke

Optional Bridge,

To be still is to die a little

Love, Lost, Death and Glamour

All we have is destruction

Of most ornate desires

Cloudlike combustion

To lost the sound in waves

We have lost ourselves to the waves

Loosing self loosing control

To feel the needle through

(To feel the needle through)

Cheap wine tastes like blood

(Is it red or is it blue)

Bring air and bring smoke

By Ice Wine

From: Your Unreasonable Narrator.