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Embarrassment Of The Fall And The Fool As Well Lyrics


Guilthee Embarrassment Of The Fall And The Fool As Well


Like breathe of naked bodies
sometime you remind me the sin.
Hell as soundless well
takes my head and spirit away.

Your slow motion seduce me
to drop out, to go away,
to tear to pieces all my wounds,
and flood your greedy body.

You must be my punishment.
Suffering facing your mouth,
suffering seeing your face.
Lusting for unfulfilled.
Suffering facing your mouth,
Suffering seeing your face.
Touch of your neck
to fell the sweetnes.
Embarrassment of the Fall. 3x
Embarrassment of the Fool...

Your body flew like a feather.
I hold it like a silky veil
just to make our damnation sweeter.
Your eyes gazing in the Sun.

Like breathe of naked bodies
sometime you remind me the sin.
Hell as soundless well
takes my head and spirit away.

Once when I was walking there
not in human form.
Withouth life in my shell.
I was dead.
And when the Sun paints the sky,
when your body feeds my eye with naked dignity;
your liquid spine runs into mine.

We’ve alredy become one
with the woods of distant thoughts.
Ruins of our reeking body lie waste.
I took your broken arm,
and you rattle my bones.
I want to piece out your parts
what your raging soul has torn.

You're playig with my cheekbone.
Purple raindrops bath your skin.
I lift your arms, your eyes above
to die without touching you.

You must be my punishment.
Suffering facing your mouth,
suffering seeing your face.
Lusting for unfulfilled.
Suffering facing your mouth,
Suffering seeing your face.
Touch of your neck
to fell the sweetnes.
Embarrassment of the Fall. 3x
Embarrassment of the Fool...

Once when I was walking there
not in human form.
Withouth life in my shell.
I was dead.
And wen the Sun paints the sky,
when your body feeds my eye with naked dignity;
your liquid spine runs into mine.

We’ve alredy become one
with the woods of distant thoughts.
Ruins of our reeking body lie waste.
I took your broken arm,
and you rattle my bones.
I want to piece out your parts
what your raging soul has torn.



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