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Everyday dearest orchid find a way and prey and prey and preyBehind the eye's of your sister's portraitWine wind and pray on the mindsTwo dearest thingsOne man with a gun and one with an armIt is a basic sensation, No it was a basic sensation, no it is a basic sensationA fantasmata of her motherDon't avoid the straightforward answers but take the cold one with the cold armsLike a megaphoneToo painful and no harmMaybe we have a second rate sonSuperhuman, acknowledged absurd subhuman?Provoke a frenzy in me my love, provoke a frenzy in me, provoke a frenzy in me my loveUnconsious and screwed by allDoes one expect an afterlife?No, I only wish for the after thriceHand over with the devil's tridentAnd paint it the orchid because we have a second rate sonHe's abrupt, rude, and undoneDeism at handNow you knowI won't go From Letras Mania