Song | Seven Dead Orchids |
Artist | Enslavement of Beauty |
Album | Megalomania |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Myrholt, Tunheim | |
The vortex of addiction is out of square there are imaginary catchwords everywhere | |
The ego-dolls reap the meadows of megalomania and we crave the spotlight | |
An ephemeral prostitute in the centre of attention my deserted space needs another case of intervention celebrity is my speciality glamorised in fashion | |
I am the mannequin to be | |
Oh, sweet seventeen...her unblemished face clad in the tint of juvenile flesh seven dead orchids lay trampled and beguiled like the lust that died | |
She sits astride | |
The pictures my crayons painted xeroxed and airbrushed to fit admiration disguised in trivial pursuits animated to death... | |
The vortex of addiction is out of square there are imaginary catchwords everywhere | |
The ego-dolls reap the meadows of megalomania and we crave the spotlight... |
zuo qu : Myrholt, Tunheim | |
The vortex of addiction is out of square there are imaginary catchwords everywhere | |
The egodolls reap the meadows of megalomania and we crave the spotlight | |
An ephemeral prostitute in the centre of attention my deserted space needs another case of intervention celebrity is my speciality glamorised in fashion | |
I am the mannequin to be | |
Oh, sweet seventeen... her unblemished face clad in the tint of juvenile flesh seven dead orchids lay trampled and beguiled like the lust that died | |
She sits astride | |
The pictures my crayons painted xeroxed and airbrushed to fit admiration disguised in trivial pursuits animated to death... | |
The vortex of addiction is out of square there are imaginary catchwords everywhere | |
The egodolls reap the meadows of megalomania and we crave the spotlight... |
zuò qǔ : Myrholt, Tunheim | |
The vortex of addiction is out of square there are imaginary catchwords everywhere | |
The egodolls reap the meadows of megalomania and we crave the spotlight | |
An ephemeral prostitute in the centre of attention my deserted space needs another case of intervention celebrity is my speciality glamorised in fashion | |
I am the mannequin to be | |
Oh, sweet seventeen... her unblemished face clad in the tint of juvenile flesh seven dead orchids lay trampled and beguiled like the lust that died | |
She sits astride | |
The pictures my crayons painted xeroxed and airbrushed to fit admiration disguised in trivial pursuits animated to death... | |
The vortex of addiction is out of square there are imaginary catchwords everywhere | |
The egodolls reap the meadows of megalomania and we crave the spotlight... |