Dusk - Decadent Little Girl Lyrics

Let the light pass through - let the fluids bleach

Mind - Body - Rapture - State of the art

A tender touch would be hard to find

A warm embrace would never matter

You rejoice in false passion

And your spirits over turn

Decadent Little Girl - Let the light pass through

Head lights burning bright - the final destination

Those eyes keep staring

As frozen emotions would ventilate

Decadent Little Girl - Overturn