Cerebral Confines
Turning The Kiss

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I'm eternally yours
for the price of one dance.
You'd be the queen of the damned
in this undead romance.

We could walk the world,
we could run the sky,
we could taste the fruits
and we would never die!

If you taste it, I can feed it...
If you want it, if you need it...
All forsaken (just one kiss!)

It's a terminal kiss
and you'd be porcelain.
It's a viable dream
if you'd give in to sin.

If you'd just succumb
to this incubus
and taste the vitae flood
then you would never die!

If you taste it, I can feed it...
If you want it, if you need it...
All forsaken (just one kiss!)

The way you look in my eyes,
would set Paris ablaze...
Like a fallen angel,
gifted by god's grace.

You're a china doll,
You're a broken heart,
You're a sacrifice,
You will never die!

If you taste it, I can feed it...
If you want it, if you need it...
All forsaken (just one kiss!)

All words (c) 2001, Deacon Syth