Strike the match
Write it as my epitath
dance in heaven
and never come back
I am consumed
by the magick moon
smell the perfume
of the girls on the prowl
I made a star
I made it alive
he is everywhere you are
You cannot die
As I know
death is an illusion
You have one soul
You dance on the ocean
I am consumed
by the magick moon
smell the perfume
of the girls on the prowl
Join the circle
Come get it out
Pay your homage
To the one all about
As I see
Through the darkness
and sail on the sea
With his tender caress
I am consumed
by the magick moon
smell the perfume
of the girls on the prowl
The beautiful creatures
With the beautiful features
Who've been condemned and used
Since of the beginning of the ruse
Oh star child
You who run wild
come dance awhile
with me and everyone
I am consumed
by the magick moon
smell the perfume
of the girls on the prowl
The sound of the owl
The glistening of the star sky
The sensual world and its howl
With my dog mask I howl for you
As I view
The girls dancing
Around the fire
Filled with desire
I am consumed
by the magick moon
smell the perfume
of the girls on the prowl
of the girls on the prowl
of the girls on the prowl
of the girls on the prowl
of the girls on the prowl
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 9:14 AM UTC
Strike the match
Write it as my epitath
dance in heaven
and never come back
I am consumed
by the magick moon
smell the perfume
of the girls on the prowl
I made a star
I made it alive
he is everywhere you are
You cannot die
As I know
death is an illusion
You have one soul
You dance on the ocean
I am consumed
by the magick moon
smell the perfume
of the girls on the prowl
Join the circle
Come get it out
Pay your homage
To the one all about
As I see
Through the darkness
and sail on the sea
With his tender caress
I am consumed
by the magick moon
smell the perfume
of the girls on the prowl
The beautiful creatures
With the beautiful features
Who've been condemned and used
Since of the beginning of the ruse
Oh star child
You who run wild
come dance awhile
with me and everyone
I am consumed
by the magick moon
smell the perfume
of the girls on the prowl
The sound of the owl
The glistening of the star sky
The sensual world and its howl
With my dog mask I howl for you
As I view
The girls dancing
Around the fire
Filled with desire
I am consumed
by the magick moon
smell the perfume
of the girls on the prowl
of the girls on the prowl
of the girls on the prowl
of the girls on the prowl
of the girls on the prowl
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