Lord of the flies
Rings and roses
My passion and fire
Burns your logical skin
You have a twisted tongue
But you are quiet tonight
Lust-filled denial
A fist full of flies
That bitter-sweet smell
At both sides of both of your eyes
And the passionate holes
In my irrational cries
They are quiet tonight
Quiet like the love in your eyes
Quiet tonight
Quiet like the love in my lies
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