We meet in dreams
In my abyss
You make me cry
We kiss and say goodbye
I have to let you go
Although it's all my fault
I'll bury you below
Where you'll never grow old
And when i'm gone
You'll listen to this song
And find an old picture of me
Spill your seed violently
And when i'm gone
Listen to all my songs
And try to figure out
The deadly secrets of life
The fragile mysteries of death
I'm withering
In the loneliest of beds
Without the shape of your legs
Without the shape of your face
Without the shape of your chest
Without the line of your back
Without the secrets of your heart
And when i'm gone
You'll listen to this song
And try to decipher
The alchemy of my being
And when i'm gone
Listen to all my songs
And you will feel my presence
Gently touching you
We're fucking without touching
We're touching without fucking
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