Pleasurescape

Good feeling, please hold faded memories of these cold hands will never be old, tame and never be bold.

I dream of the end and pray to be the hero that plateaus and anthems are sang for all to hear it.

Get behind me like a simple, life is simple, little nympho. Justify your sorry state it's never fate for death to take but find you've always been inside my filthy, liar, pleasurescape.