Sphynx Gate / The World It Softly Lulls

Rarity glistened sharp
The memory of silver toothed
Bark bathed led light history fra-
ctu-red into pieces
And outside
Storm forks a snake tongue
Curled through my finger tips warm
A rouge streak ribboning around my skull
The world it softly lulls
The world it softly lulls
The world it softly lulls
Ooh-ah Ooh-ah Ooh-ah
The world it softly lulls
Ooh-ah Ooh-ah Ooh-ah
Ooh-ah Ooh-ah Ooh-ah
Ooh-ah Ooh-ah Ooh-ah
Ooh-ah Ooh-ah Ooh-ah
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