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On dreams in my turbulent bed

On the wings of birds in a winter's morning

In the void of silence and night

Waiting to be taken

Into that weird, irresistible game

On the top of razor blade

To play the part of fool

Awaiting that final come

I wait for her to come in a flashing color

Alluring like a poisonous flower

For my eyes

For my eyes only

Hold me by the hand

Now, the repentance day is near

Softly say your last words

Love me for the ills I've done