Metaphysical - Misha Askar

INTRO
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Where White lions roam,

Lets the Myths play!

VERSE 1
Satyr Child
Sex it up with vengeance,

Nymph on her stride,
Strutting away like no Angel,

Intangible,
Imagination
- stealing your pulses,

Sweetened lies,
Fables
- of your broken phases!

BRIDGE
So says the sayer,
Soothe your tales on this tongue,

On this Tongue!

Paint mental pictures,
of the masterpieces you hold!

You Hold! (You Hold!)

CHORUS

Disillusioned senses,
Carnal yet serene,

Like a Mermaid calling,
From the blackened deep

Peer into your own reflection,
Wipe those broken tears,

With melted eyes you wonder,
If this is just a dream?

Don't you hold your breath,
Let you mind scream!

Mythical beauty,
You may destroy me. (Angel)

Sentenced by my vengeance,
I am the martyr of my own defeat.

So says the sayer,
Soothe your tales on this tongue, (Lies! Lies!  For your Lies!)

On this Tongue!

Paint mental pictures,
of the masterpieces you hold! (You dont!)

You hold! (You don't)

VERSE 2
Tested broken morals,
Slithering devices,

Towering castles that crumble,
Affected by your choices,

Bleeding broken marrow,
Shattered crystal schemes,

Now eat up all your cancer,
Consume the sanguine!

Vampiric delicacy,
Of your own belief,

Sugar-coated with stories, 
Epic words echoing, 

Speak softly yet fanged, 
Cursed by life, 
Absorbed by sand,

Absorbed by sand.

So says the sayer,
Soothe your tales on this tongue,

On this Tongue!

Paint mental pictures,
of the masterpiece you hold! (The memories you never had, you never had!)

Mythical Beauty,
You may destroy me!

Sentenced by my vengeance,
I am the martyr of my own defeat!

Sentenced by my vengeance,
I am the martyr of my own defeat!

METAPHYSICAL

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