Let the light pass through - let the fluids bleach 

Mind - Body - Rapture - State of the art

A tender touch would be hard to find

A warm embrace would never matter

You rejoice in false passion 

And your spirits over turn

Decadent Little Girl - Let the light pass through 

Head lights burning bright - the final destination 

Those eyes keep staring 

As frozen emotions would ventilate

Decadent Little Girl - Overturn