Lyrics
THE KISSING SKULL
A gentle breeze is blowing and the ice wind is curling.
Dead eyes open unseeing, a host of nylon angels.
The subtleness of beauty, and the horror of life's end.
All is one big dichotomy with our three score year and 10.
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Tasting the fruit of sensuality and draining the cup dry.
The cut of the scythe is just over our shoulder.
Walking with the beast, and running with the devil.
Before the cold and unfeeling void devours our transient lives.
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TREVOR EDWIN BAMFORD
KLETTER ENTERTAINMENT INC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC