The fringes of society have taken hold
And we don’t know how to dance anymore.
Our ears can hear no sound, And our feet can’t stand no ground
Walk with me through the wildfire
And let me see the storm brewing in your eyes.
A summer’s end, an adorer at your hands,
A fragile beauty hidden in the wasteland before us.
I bid you farewell until the next time we make love
We are nothing but fallen angels with no future left at all
How do you know how we will pay our toll?
A kiss, a caress of the soul.
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