Stone Mirror Testo

A shame that shivers like the setting sun
Build a fort set it on fire may the stakes be dire
She is waiting on the other side the room reeks with tension
Asleep what does she need
Bring forbidden fruit feed her dreams
120 days of pain
The hunger remains
Lifeless a shape of air
Pale beauty medusan stare
At a distance all deceit
She moves with shackled feet
Archaic knowledge in a corporal form
A sensational game call her by her real name
In the trembling emptiness she will respond
Disenchanted no visions
And the deepest fears inhibitions
Burnt disciples in the setting sun
Lifeless a shape of air
Pale beauty medusan stare
At a distance all deceit
She moves with shackled feet