Septic Flesh Little Music Box
From the chest of fake hopes, where we leave the needless things. I found a dusty object it had a special gift. From its opened top a sound came out, a phantom from the past. Sacred nights I felt like heaven, rusty days I felt like hell. This music box reminds me of you. This Little music box. Its melody is a distant smile, a face I thought I knew. Like a lizard in the desert, I drifted without rest. And the heat appeared so liquid; it had the taste of the salty sea. Pandora's fate is captured in my box. This music box reminds me of you. This Little music box. Its melody is a distant smile, a face I thought I knew. This music box reminds me of you. This Little music box. Its melody is a distant smile, a face I thought I knew. This music box reminds me of you. This Little music box. Its melody is a distant smile, a face I thought I knew.
