Absent Minded
Magic in your hands
You look into my eyes
a wildfire of desire
you steal kiss of thunder
and quench your thirst
that pulls you under
And in your cage of eyes
they watch you and hypnotise
every reason you anticipate
every island you set to quake
every mountain you've sent tumbling down
every forest of deities fallen from doom
you touch my hand
a silent shiver remembers an Ecstasy
a spinning nostalgia weaved from dreams
I'm going there out of focus
out of control
the bearer of tides
has taken my soul
and together we weep
in piles of burn ash
slither in the absence of heartfelt avalanches
you sink into my skin
an Echoe takes you to the bone
I disappear and return alone
among the bodies of my army
sleign to your desire
a sacrifice heightens my power
after a devestating witch curling the flower
she is eternal
and her image is in my hands
gathering
gathering
gathering
trapped forever
until i play her out
and shes at my command
pulling strings
shielding me from wicked things
do you remember me
across the table from
a devestating scream of silence
a necromancer who stole your silence
a box i could never open
to seize the rapture of endless pleasures
the witch the witch
shes in my hands
I've yet to play with her magic
and the magic you will reveal to me
all the magic
that's in your hands
a wildfire of desire
you steal kiss of thunder
and quench your thirst
that pulls you under
And in your cage of eyes
they watch you and hypnotise
every reason you anticipate
every island you set to quake
every mountain you've sent tumbling down
every forest of deities fallen from doom
you touch my hand
a silent shiver remembers an Ecstasy
a spinning nostalgia weaved from dreams
I'm going there out of focus
out of control
the bearer of tides
has taken my soul
and together we weep
in piles of burn ash
slither in the absence of heartfelt avalanches
you sink into my skin
an Echoe takes you to the bone
I disappear and return alone
among the bodies of my army
sleign to your desire
a sacrifice heightens my power
after a devestating witch curling the flower
she is eternal
and her image is in my hands
gathering
gathering
gathering
trapped forever
until i play her out
and shes at my command
pulling strings
shielding me from wicked things
do you remember me
across the table from
a devestating scream of silence
a necromancer who stole your silence
a box i could never open
to seize the rapture of endless pleasures
the witch the witch
shes in my hands
I've yet to play with her magic
and the magic you will reveal to me
all the magic
that's in your hands
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Magic in your hands
Magic in your hands