Vacant minds never need the time
So while we sit beneath polaris
Our intentions seem incredibly careless
Vacant souls don't need all that gold
We'll wine and dine and slaughter time
While the rest just turns to mold
To mold
Spatial lines always weave through time
As we resist our finest passions
Our intentions seem so in fashion
Palatial souls have no room to grow
We'll mine for lies and collect our prize
While the rest just turns to mold
To mold
Oh the simple pleasures iv'e found
Can be measured by metered sound
Thats why I had to let you down
Once again
Because open mouth kisses
And sweet and subtle wishes
Don't put food on the dishes
Only plasters my heart
Oh you make my veins drip
While the blood caresses your lips
And i'll fall down to your hips
Once again
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