Oh silent moving chill
   It's looking bleak
   You're not mine to touch and
   I dare not speak
   I need your presence
   Be you dead or alive
   My misery demands
   Your company to survive
            The living, breathing corpse
            Whose shadow rightly
            Before me walks

   Only in your eyes lies your soul
   And only in your arms am I whole
   So damn your father for loving your mother
   I curse him
   For now I want no other

            The living, breathing corpse
            Whose shadow rightly
            Before me walks
   Master of the round walls
   Still my heart
   It only makes my dreams fall apart
   Trap me in your courtyard
   Of broken stone
   Oh it's cold and grey but
   I'll not be alone
            The living, breathing corpse
            Whose shadow rightly
            Before me walks
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