Seven Dead Orchids Lyrics
Music: T. E. TunheimThe vortex of addiction is out of squarethere are imaginary catchwords everywhereThe ego-dolls reap the meadows of megalomaniaand we crave the spotlightAn ephemeral prostitute in the centre of attentionmy deserted space needs another case of interventioncelebrity is my specialityglamorised in fashion I am the mannequin to beOh, sweet seventeen...her unblemished faceclad in the tint of juvenile fleshseven dead orchidslay trampled and beguiledlike the lust that diedShe sits astrideThe pictures my crayons paintedxeroxed and airbrushed to fitadmiration disguised in trivial pursuitsanimated to death...The vortex of addiction is out of squarethere are imaginary catchwords everywhereThe ego-dolls reap the meadows of megalomaniaand we crave the spotlight...
Enslavement Of Beauty Seven Dead Orchids
