Before There Was Rosalyn - Der Weibliche Führer Lyrics

I am Oedipus at the brink of decision.
To escape my demons
we will meet face to face.
You stand with eyes like the winter and a reptile heart.
With the fury of a lion and the face of an angel, you bear the riddle
How far will a man go to dance with the machine?
The answer is poison when the question is lust.
Poetry's a lipstick that does not complement your skin
and those wings don't mean you know a thing about Heaven.
I know our lips
fit but that doesn't mean that they belong.
Your voice is a ghost that haunts every inch of this town.
I've sold this body to pale skin in poor taste one too many times.
They say the end comes in fire, but from what I've tasted of your desire, yours will burn in ice.
You pave the road to unrequited dreams and I'm the hypocrite who follows.
I'm the fool who stumbles.
Grace give me strength.
I must resist

(Thanks to Patrick for these lyrics)

 

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