Fornicate with the bleeding moon, ignore the dying sun
and let the crimson seas wash over me, to fall away
Color me pale, scratch your claws across this skin
and paint my soul ebony, crucify me in your lovely sin

In the high point of darkness you come to me
Your hands hold a bouquet of black and white roses
Offer it up, give me all that you have, give it all to me
Lie down upon this sacrificial alter, be my lamb, be my slave

Let us fall for ten thousand years, let me have my way
Darkened thoughts spew forth from this nefarious soul
Masturbate on your wounded flesh, taste the salty liquid
Cry upon these artificial nights, and smile me plastic

Till we melt and become reprobates, till we sing the song

        Insanity is anywhere I might find my mind
        Words have become my scepter, for I have become king
              and you my black rose

And on this night, we ignore the dying sun as we find freedom
in the crimson seas, and fall away to an existence forgotten

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