Текст (слова) песни: Disharmonic Orchestra - Perishing Passion
The seventh heaven On the thirteenth floor I hear you knock Upon my door My attitudes are platitudes I surrender to your love Surrounded by your smell A snapshot like twisted veins No more thoughts to tell Devotion up to this gains Delicious smooth warm sin Fingerprints on your soft skin In deep devotion I end in tears Like a setting lotion For all my fears
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