Transcendence

[01:02.30] Your warmth is false
[01:09.57] Inside your hollow bosom
[01:16.81] You'll hide the solitude
[01:24.07] Of the distant stars
[01:49.33] In your party none celebrates
[01:58.48] Grey autumn transcendence
[02:06.51] Minutes turn into oblivion
[02:12.84] Our voices to mould
[02:18.22] Your hangman smile
[02:25.51] My soul in your hands
[02:33.66] I drink from your breasts
[02:41.76] Grey autumn solitude
[02:48.95] And I can see through your eyes
[02:53.51] It's time to go
[02:57.17] And I can see through your smile
[03:01.62] It's time to go
[03:25.19] All those long dead hours
[03:32.33] Frequent time stops
[03:40.52] Minutes turn into oblivion
[03:46.87] Our voices to mould
[03:54.99] Drowned wasps floating
[04:02.10] in the chalice of the sweet nectar
[04:10.31] all those beautiful moths eaten by flies
[04:17.52] in this bizarre carnival
[04:21.12] of a life-lasting funeral
[04:32.00] Grey autumn
[04:36.60] Play your lyre
[04:45.56] For one last time
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