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March 21, 2006

  • 11. My Beautiful Flower


    Your mouth blooms like a cut sweet and full of sin

    I prick myself on your thorns and I bleed within


    your leaves fade to brown and I watch you die in my torture garden under blacksunshine.


    My beautiful flower


    he loves me not he loves me he loves me not he loves me...


    our love starts to spil your lips bleed like a rose


    underneath the soil is where the evil grows your petals start to fall and the weeds attack


    in my torture garden the blue sky is black


    my beautiful flower


    he loves me not he loves me he loves me not he loves me


    your mouth blooms like a cut sweet and full of sin


    I prick my self on your thorns and I bleed within


    my love starts to spoil your lips bleed like a rose


    underneath the soil is where the evil grows I am earth...




    you can feel me touch you hear me breath...


    cos it's my air that loves you and I am fire...


    you will feel me burn you come inside...


    and I'll be water with you


    he loves me not he loves me he loves me not he loves me. .

    <3


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