[Lyrics: Ole Alexander Myrholt]
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[Music: Tony Eugene Tunheim]
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Already wounded...I wonder if I would dare to be stabbed by the thorns of virtue
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Such a sight, petite and illegal...a specimen of beauty in shapeless splendour
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Haunted by her image in blank dismay, I kiss and embrace the dreaming adventure
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of the dainty, delusive doll...
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Seeping into the tunnel of reality...
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The savage beast of lust mock-manly rearing its deceitful head
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With 666 tattooed upon its bleeding chest
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Virtue seems like a sheer waste of flesh, I smoulder like a fucking cigarette
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She bestow me the poet's beauty of phrase, oh, I ejaculate...
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The vortex of addiction is out of square
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There are imaginary catchwords everywhere
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The vortex of temptation gently blows
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The ego-dolls reap the meadows...
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...of megalomania...
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Profoundly wounded...I still wonder during my frequent strolls to this rendezvous
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Such a sight, so pristine...a specimen of beauty in sheer fucking grace
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Haunted by her image, spread eagle on my bed, I need some pills to kill the pain
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I need some pills to absorb the impression of the dainty, delusive doll
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...sleeping into the coma of reality
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The savage beast of lust mock-manly rearing its deceitful head
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With 666 tattooed upon its bleeding chest
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Virtue seems like a sheer waste of flesh, I smoulder like a fucking cigarette
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She bestow me the poet's beauty of phrase, oh, I ejaculate...
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Dainty Delusive Doll
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| Enslavement Of Beauty |
