Enslavement Of Beauty
Enslavement Of Beauty - An Affinity For Exuberance songtekst
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A wounded soul leaps highest I've heard the poet tell 'tis but the ecstasy of death and then the breath is still As I lay, defeated, I'm dying longing to have you near as I lay, defeated, I'm dying longing to have you here The smitten soul that gushes the trampled heart that springs a wearied ghost that keeps running from where the torment stings Mirth is the prelude to anguish, lest some fucker spot the wicked and do not fail to exclaim! As I lay, defeated, I'm dying longing to have you near as I lay, defeated, I'm dying longing to have you here Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed to comprehend a fame like this requires sorest need Not one of all those fuckers who rose the flag today can even tell the definition of fame so pure, of victory