We are the start of bleeding fascination
Slowly envelop what we thrive
Lacerate, fill your lungs with passion
Intentions last play at crime

Enter my dreams
No pictures or inquiries
They enter to feast on the fearsome
The devil's kind is right

Enter my dreams
No pictures or inquiries

My thoughts are
Not a straight line
They fluctuate like
Waves or wine

We are the start of bleeding fascination
Slowly envelop what we thrive
Lacerate, fill your lungs with passion
Intentions last play at crime

I will not falter
I will unbind
If you feel satisfied
Then exit now
Cause in this nature
Hunger will thrive

Here it's the last one,
So say goodbye
Feel the songs serenade
Spun in its twine

I will not falter
I will unbind
Song's serenade
Spun in its twine

Enter my dreams
No pictures or inquiries

My thoughts are not a straight line
They fluctuate to a rhyme.