She's fragile like the glass cup
Laid beside a hammer
And I see her about to break on me
The lever of her stunner never learn
To read the room in this building
Nor the way the air cuts her skin
But she wears around the armor of the
Heavens on her shoulders so tell me
That she's not made for me
Cause the wings on her back wider than ever
They spread their faulty grace on me
Host me on the cold days
Call my name once more
Ephemeral feelings
Won't last much longer
Show me your ecstasy
Your legacy
Your heresy
Light the room on fire for the masochist
A shrine for the worship of insanity the agony
When I'm spending time in foreign lands
I feel the need to touch your face
And place my nose beside your collarbones
Although you fear the dark
And I'm the boulevard with broken lights
It shakes my rib cage every time
That you don't want me there
Yeah I'm the righteous wielder of the sword of Satan
Enough to carry you down the stairs with me
The drops from the slits of your vision
On your face tells me that
I'm the danger
That I'm the challenge
That I'm the restraint
That I'm the wager
Host me on the cold days
Call my name once more
Ephemeral feelings
Won't last much longer
Show me your ecstasy
Your legacy
Your heresy
Light the room on fire for the masochist
A shrine for the worship of insanity the agony
Lautrec - Leviathan Lyrics
Lautrec - Leviathan Lyrics
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She's fragile like the glass cup
Laid beside a hammer
And I see her about to break on me
The lever of her stunner never learn
To read the room in this building
Nor the way the air cuts her skin
But she wears around the armor of the
Heavens on her shoulders so tell me
That she's not made for me
Cause the wings on her back wider than ever
They spread their faulty grace on me
Host me on the cold days
Call my name once more
Ephemeral feelings
Won't last much longer
Show me your ecstasy
Your legacy
Your heresy
Light the room on fire for the masochist
A shrine for the worship of insanity the agony
When I'm spending time in foreign lands
I feel the need to touch your face
And place my nose beside your collarbones
Although you fear the dark
And I'm the boulevard with broken lights
It shakes my rib cage every time
That you don't want me there
Yeah I'm the righteous wielder of the sword of Satan
Enough to carry you down the stairs with me
The drops from the slits of your vision
On your face tells me that
I'm the danger
That I'm the challenge
That I'm the restraint
That I'm the wager
Host me on the cold days
Call my name once more
Ephemeral feelings
Won't last much longer
Show me your ecstasy
Your legacy
Your heresy
Light the room on fire for the masochist
A shrine for the worship of insanity the agony
Laid beside a hammer
And I see her about to break on me
The lever of her stunner never learn
To read the room in this building
Nor the way the air cuts her skin
But she wears around the armor of the
Heavens on her shoulders so tell me
That she's not made for me
Cause the wings on her back wider than ever
They spread their faulty grace on me
Host me on the cold days
Call my name once more
Ephemeral feelings
Won't last much longer
Show me your ecstasy
Your legacy
Your heresy
Light the room on fire for the masochist
A shrine for the worship of insanity the agony
When I'm spending time in foreign lands
I feel the need to touch your face
And place my nose beside your collarbones
Although you fear the dark
And I'm the boulevard with broken lights
It shakes my rib cage every time
That you don't want me there
Yeah I'm the righteous wielder of the sword of Satan
Enough to carry you down the stairs with me
The drops from the slits of your vision
On your face tells me that
I'm the danger
That I'm the challenge
That I'm the restraint
That I'm the wager
Host me on the cold days
Call my name once more
Ephemeral feelings
Won't last much longer
Show me your ecstasy
Your legacy
Your heresy
Light the room on fire for the masochist
A shrine for the worship of insanity the agony
Writer: Jin Bae
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