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(Enamoured by crucifixation)
Blood sucker
Night stalker
Love me kiss me stake me see me hear me fear me crucify me
(Obsessed with crucifixation)
Blood sucker

know
I won't be there
You don't need me
Soul and body, so enamoured
Stop telling me to stay
Stop telling me to stay
Stop telling me to stay
Stay
Oh,

See I've been
Fucked up yeah
Been okay
Got my jay
Light it up
Faded
See I've been
Fucked up yeah
Been okay
Got my jay
Light it up
Faded
I can't be

to see you
Still up ahead, not lookin' back, perfectly intact

You're my biggest fan and I'm yours
Wow you're the best and I'm enamoured
You're so funny

So enamoured by your shape and fineness
I'm obliged and honored to
Drape and lace you in diamonds
Wining and dining and
Good timing so essential for

lived and I've learned and I'm cleaning shit up
You've got a good heart and it's got me enamoured
Your voice sounds sweeter than a 50's ballad
Hit me back

twines and leaves encompassed me embracing me back.

Upon laying on the floor I become enamoured by her presence.
Only from there can I appreciate how

We're all fucked
That's just the jist of it
Can we be saved?
Not even a little bit

Become enamoured
Astute to the drama
It's time to sit back

I thought I cracked the code
Of my heart-shaped safe
But all I did was self-expose
My contents scattered on the floor
To be read and left a mess

I

International You Day

No Use for a Name

Hard Rock Bottom

2002

you more

I'm coming home today
To wipe the tear drop from your eyes
I'm totally enamoured by your life
Nothing that I've done
Has ever been for

labour
Which a little while later would be ashes
Vapour cumbersome limbs furnished with
Powerful things
He heard the wind speak every time
He heard his


Hoping you're the one blonde haired girl who could be won it could be fun 
I know it could be fun 

Bothered by my lack of entertainment I'm enamoured with

Do you remember
Twilight of o'twelve October
Both drunk and sober
Oh we were deeply enamoured
The darkness surrounds us
With you the world seems

The Dying Buds of May

Enslavement of Beauty

Megalomania

Blistered be their envious tongues, cut 'em well like a cunt yet to be satisfied
Had I only the poison mixed, the sharp vengeance knife, the suicide

To be spoken
There were thoughts in my mind
But for now Inamorata
Let our souls be entwined

You're a vision my imagination
But you're only there in my