He keeps regarding her, as a toy in her grasp.
He endlessly feed her, with numbered dream and gasps.
Sometime an abused bee, sometime a beaten whore
And since no wake can be, She starts asking for more...
And slowly she becomes...
A ghost of tear...
And Surrounding my fears...
She slips into the stars.
in a ship where they all sleep, in the dark...
In the dark you always need, need to ask...
Ask for it... For iiiiit... ( ask ) For iiiiit...
yes she Slips into space, In a ship were rules a menace...
She 's just a twinkle star, she lives under my scar,
She never were a girl, never her parents pearl,
She never were a kid, but her mind is vivid
So vivid...
My ghost of tear...
you're Surrounding my fears...
You slip into the stars.
in a ship where they all sleep, in the dark...
In the dark you always need, need to ask...
For it... For iiiiit... ( ask ) For iiiiit...
And trapped in a coffin, ad infinitum sealed...
Sexes, you're called, but here, success's a ghost of tear...
You "live" in a vessel, where you have to wrestle
I heard you scream out loud you're nothing for the crowd
Nothing to us...
More of a graphic novel then your casual online Comic You're about to read sCS...
It's all about a Clone ...
but she's a Twinkle Star...
And a Fairy-Bee...
And a Whore...
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