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My pounding flesh is plagued He says When the storm takes your heart Now half swain half insane The fibres of your core tremble Being strung by another being A bewitching melody being song The strings of your heart being struck Do you hear it he asks The speech from my veins A new language i can't gauge Though i know it speaks of another When there's thunder in your ears And earth quakes beneath your soul When all words are bare noise There's just one heavenly voice Bloodshot eyes Spellbound hypnotised When something else works the mind 'Tis black magic he says Its life's own magic he feels Strange sweetness taking its course Enslaved now he is To that unseen force that conquers
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Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 11:22 AM UTC
Life's own magic
My pounding flesh is plagued He says When the storm takes your heart Now half swain half insane The fibres of your core tremble Being strung by another being A bewitching melody being song The strings of your heart being struck Do you hear it he asks The speech from my veins A new language i can't gauge Though i know it speaks of another When there's thunder in your ears And earth quakes beneath your soul When all words are bare noise There's just one heavenly voice Bloodshot eyes Spellbound hypnotised When something else works the mind 'Tis black magic he says Its life's own magic he feels Strange sweetness taking its course Enslaved now he is To that unseen force that conquers
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Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 11:22 AM UTC
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