Tasted by Love

Bees swarming in the breeze
Feeding on a seduced soul
Sown by your mind alone
Seated at a psycho's throne

Drawn in, weakened,
By the shapes she makes
Dancing slowly
In cemeteries

Young blood is often tasted
By love, then often wasted
And poured back into you

I look in to where it all begins
Now I know why you must go
So you found my wasted underground
Tell me why does it wear off so slow

Drawn in, weakened,
By the shapes she makes
Dancing slowly
In cemeteries

Everybody come to the public cemetery party tonight!

Young blood is often tasted
By love, then often wasted
And poured back into you

I found my place
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In my dismay
Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo
Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo
Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo, Zoo
I found my place
Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo
Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo
Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo, Zoo
In my dismay
Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo
Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo
Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo, Zoo
I found my place
Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo
Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo
Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo, Zoo
In my dismay
Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo
Zoo Zoo, Zoo Zoo Zoo
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