Ana Kefr Lyrics
5. Avenue Of The Queen
In her porcelain eyes I see the movement of decline. Her lily flesh flushes With the colors of desire. Sick unto death with love, The muse floods into me. And now I bury my darkness inside of her. She is dead in the water, I hold her hand as I watch her drown. Her sign's of life will diminish to nothing. I watch her eyes as she's sinking down. She is dead in the water, Dead weight like a lead anchor. Chained to nothing but the Memories that are holding her down. The silent, perpetual night spills Out like a fecal fountain of youth. And we kiss where the water comes to greet her, And takes her thereafter. Tangled like bodies impassioned. The reeds are a halo about her head. Her mouth is an open grave Follow the rushlights to where I must bury my dead. In the gray of her eyes I see our brutal fall from grace. Her lips, as blood, receive The sacrament of suffocation. Sick unto death with love, The muse floods into me. And now I bury my darkness with her. Asphyxia, my beloved. The silent, perpetual night spills Out like a fecal fountain of youth. And we kiss where the water comes to greet her, And takes her thereafter. And now the silent, perpetual night Spills out like a fecal fountain of youth.
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