Feel the burn
Taste the morning in her kiss.
Feed the beast,
Steal it from her blushing lips.
One by one,
Whispers sing of giving in
Yearn for more
Taking can be such sweet sin
Because when morning comes
This bliss shall die
With the coming of life
We must run and fight
So I shed my skin
My fears and all my years
You strip me down
And take me in
Then we breathe in the stars
And with molten souls
The bliss it sings
In silent choir
For just a while
There is no fear
Feel it melt away
And leave us here
In the silence
In each other's silence
So much is in vain
My dear
There was so much pain
That we forget
We come alive before
The mornings come
Before we're silenced
And it's really silent
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