Lyric_Waters:
"© ISH LUCIFÆR {c} What'S How Œ ®
Waters.Lyr © Œ ® == 11-12/1998 == © איש לוציפר ©
Waters
Soft Pretty
Be Ready
One Time Flash
InTo Devine
Be Ready .
Soft Pretty Die
Be Ready
One Time Flesh Pleasure
To Die inTo
Hell Waters Devine
Clear Waters
Clear Waters
soft Pretty
Be Ready
Last time Flesh pleasure
it's very nice to Die
One time Pleasure
Wash cheeks
wash eyes
wash clean ,Waters
Be ready To die
into Devine
Clear Waters
it's very nice to Die
for Pleasure flash
wash Cry
wash Clear
wash clean
Be ready To die
into Devine
it's very nice to Die
clean Waters
it's very nice to Die
One time Pleasure
wash Cry
wash Clear
Wash clean
Clear Waters
Be ready To die
into Devine
it's very nice to Die
One time Pleasure
wash cheeks
wash eyes
Wash Clear waters
Be ready To
Drive Down
InTo Devine
it's very nice to Die
in a flash
for
flesh Pleasure FLASH ,
it's very nice to Die
Real Waters
Be ready to Dive
into your Devine
Wash Clear Waters
wash cheeks ,wash eyes
One time pleasure
for hell
Let's go and Dive
wash Cry ,Wash clear
Wash very neat Clean
it's very nice to be
after
Waters Deeps Devine .
I'm Raised with you
fine nice boys
Finest flowers
Fire
it's very nice to Die
finest Boys
finest Flowers
Tell me the story
of the Nice Death
i'm Raised with You
Nice Boys
Lay down
Fire
Tell me the story
of the Nice Death
Swifting Martyers
were born to Lead
Living flyers
Ever seen
to vanish in relief
Stating silence as
micro Life waves
sure you've noticed
your Black hole Hearts
Nice Boys
Lay down
in Clear Waters
Spinning Miadens
on the floor
floating fine
on boiling boats
Swifting Martyers
were born to Lead
Living flyers
are vanished in relief
Stating silence as
micro Life waves
sure you've noticed
your Black hole Hearts
it's very nice to Die
One time pleasure
Heroes 're holding
JoyFull Water cups
longing for the Miadens
to harsh their ashes
down to the ground
Spinning Migids
floating Fire
Background clouds
coloured my Sun
FreeBorn Blue Stars
mushing Whoom Waters
Heavy for hollow Staves
Heroes 're holding
JoyWaters Full Cups
Waiting for You Miadens
i'm Raised with You
Heroes 're holding
JoyWaters Full Cups
Waiting for You
Miadens
Longing for you
Hash your blossoms' Hearts
And the fine nice boys
finest Flowers
tell the story
of the DEATH to Come.
Fine Blossomes
Easy Wings
Holly Creatures
are barley seen
Finest boys finest Flowers
Tell me the story of the Nice Death
it's Music I Know it's MusiK
Not Angeles
it is simply the Light
I'm Flourishing here
I don't need colours
Have you ever seen Black
it has Every Colour
it has ALL the Colours
it has the RainBow
it has the LIGHT
I don't need colours
I'm Flourishing here
it's Music
I Know it's Music
it's Light
Fine Blossomes
Easy Wings
Holly Creatures
re' barley seen
Come to Mummy
come here
Still !
Wake your brother
Heavy Link
Swifting Martyers
are marchin' on
walking Hollow Dreams
in your Soul
Fire
Spinning Migids
floating Fine
Spinning Skeletons
floating Fire
FreeBorn Blue Stars
mushing Whoom Waters
Background Clouds of grey
my Sun is Free
and it's' own BlueStars
mushin' WhoomWaters
hollow Mummy'Staves
Girly Girly Girly
Come to Mummy !
Fine nice boys
finest flowers
of the ancient universe
Tell the story
of Nice Death
Bloomy Dying
Liftin' Leaves
Fine Crowns
for Skeletons
and Ashes to Be
Born again
in the Light of
of Spare Breeze
Whole Tones of LIGHTs
I Have No breath
I can't Breath
it's so nice
I must be Dead
it Must be DEATH
it so fine Being Dead
it so nice to Be Dead
Girly Girly Girly
Come to Mummy !
Please Tell me more
Please Tell me more
Girly
Mummy is waiting !
and now I'm dead
it's so very nice to be dead
and I'm Laughing
I Feel very nice
By By
I don't think that
I can see you again
Ever
By By
Soft Pretty Die
Be Ready One Time
Flesh Pleasures To Die
inTo HeLL Waters Devine
soft Pretty
Be Ready one time
Last time
Flash .
And now I'm Dead
it's so nice Being DEAD
and I'm Laughing
I Feel very Nice
By by
I don't think I will see you again
Ever .
"

Cosmos NonAll Fool Forever I was a risk , a dark blue note , that was written by some God on his seventh day life , I came to this world shaped as a knight without a sword & without a horse , I traveled the sees in my mothers' whoom and came to be the Amsterdam hellowin day Fool forever ., I used to sing and play my guitar , I was a poet as well , but all I ever was ,I am and ever will be . . .
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