Nembrionic - Psycho One Hundred: Morning lyrics

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Soon dawn. It brings the sun and whispers are no longer.<br />

Her former life adapts the freezing cold<br />

He breathes and touches her, a form of worshipping sadness.<br />

Blood, sputum, seed are one, drawing scenes, so vile.<br />

The heat of day climbs higher, the mist soon leaves her white flesh.<br />

In remembrance, darkness, filled with screams of laughter.<br />

His tense appearance relives a glorious past, so beloved.<br />

A last kiss then, love, we sever.<br />

Soon day, light diffuses it's finger through the window.<br />

Hope, her eyes seem now a moment.<br />

He enters, from earth abandoned, performing a play of the horrified.<br />

In ecstasy his eyes, as fire, point at the ceiling.<br />

Soon dawn, it brings the sun and whispers are no longer, her.