Dainty Delusive Doll Lyrics
| Song | Dainty Delusive Doll |
| Artist | Enslavement of Beauty |
| Album | Megalomania |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Myholt, Tunheim | |
| Already wounded... | |
| I wonder if | |
| I would dare to be stabbed by the thorns of virtue | |
| Such a sight, petite and illegal...a specimen of beauty in shapeless splendour | |
| Haunted by her image in blank dismay, | |
| I kiss and embrace the dreaming adventure of the dainty, delusive doll... | |
| Seeping into the tunnel of reality... | |
| The savage beast of lust mock-manly rearing its deceitful head | |
| With 666 tattooed upon its bleeding chest | |
| Virtue seems like a sheer waste of flesh, | |
| I smoulder like a ****ing cigarette | |
| She bestow me the poet's beauty of phrase, oh, | |
| I ejaculate... | |
| The vortex of addiction is out of square | |
| There are imaginary catchwords everywhere | |
| The vortex of temptation gently blows | |
| The ego-dolls reap the meadows... ...of megalomania... | |
| Profoundly wounded... | |
| I still wonder during my frequent strolls to this rendezvous | |
| Such a sight, so pristine...a specimen of beauty in sheer ****ing grace | |
| Haunted by her image, spread eagle on my bed, | |
| I need some pills to kill the pain | |
| I need some pills to absorb the impression of the dainty, delusive doll ...sleeping into the coma of reality | |
| The savage beast of lust mock-manly rearing its deceitful head | |
| With 666 tattooed upon its bleeding chest | |
| Virtue seems like a sheer waste of flesh, | |
| I smoulder like a ****ing cigarette | |
| She bestow me the poet's beauty of phrase, oh, | |
| I ejaculate... |
| zuo qu : Myholt, Tunheim | |
| Already wounded... | |
| I wonder if | |
| I would dare to be stabbed by the thorns of virtue | |
| Such a sight, petite and illegal... a specimen of beauty in shapeless splendour | |
| Haunted by her image in blank dismay, | |
| I kiss and embrace the dreaming adventure of the dainty, delusive doll... | |
| Seeping into the tunnel of reality... | |
| The savage beast of lust mockmanly rearing its deceitful head | |
| With 666 tattooed upon its bleeding chest | |
| Virtue seems like a sheer waste of flesh, | |
| I smoulder like a ing cigarette | |
| She bestow me the poet' s beauty of phrase, oh, | |
| I ejaculate... | |
| The vortex of addiction is out of square | |
| There are imaginary catchwords everywhere | |
| The vortex of temptation gently blows | |
| The egodolls reap the meadows... ... of megalomania... | |
| Profoundly wounded... | |
| I still wonder during my frequent strolls to this rendezvous | |
| Such a sight, so pristine... a specimen of beauty in sheer ing grace | |
| Haunted by her image, spread eagle on my bed, | |
| I need some pills to kill the pain | |
| I need some pills to absorb the impression of the dainty, delusive doll ... sleeping into the coma of reality | |
| The savage beast of lust mockmanly rearing its deceitful head | |
| With 666 tattooed upon its bleeding chest | |
| Virtue seems like a sheer waste of flesh, | |
| I smoulder like a ing cigarette | |
| She bestow me the poet' s beauty of phrase, oh, | |
| I ejaculate... |
| zuò qǔ : Myholt, Tunheim | |
| Already wounded... | |
| I wonder if | |
| I would dare to be stabbed by the thorns of virtue | |
| Such a sight, petite and illegal... a specimen of beauty in shapeless splendour | |
| Haunted by her image in blank dismay, | |
| I kiss and embrace the dreaming adventure of the dainty, delusive doll... | |
| Seeping into the tunnel of reality... | |
| The savage beast of lust mockmanly rearing its deceitful head | |
| With 666 tattooed upon its bleeding chest | |
| Virtue seems like a sheer waste of flesh, | |
| I smoulder like a ing cigarette | |
| She bestow me the poet' s beauty of phrase, oh, | |
| I ejaculate... | |
| The vortex of addiction is out of square | |
| There are imaginary catchwords everywhere | |
| The vortex of temptation gently blows | |
| The egodolls reap the meadows... ... of megalomania... | |
| Profoundly wounded... | |
| I still wonder during my frequent strolls to this rendezvous | |
| Such a sight, so pristine... a specimen of beauty in sheer ing grace | |
| Haunted by her image, spread eagle on my bed, | |
| I need some pills to kill the pain | |
| I need some pills to absorb the impression of the dainty, delusive doll ... sleeping into the coma of reality | |
| The savage beast of lust mockmanly rearing its deceitful head | |
| With 666 tattooed upon its bleeding chest | |
| Virtue seems like a sheer waste of flesh, | |
| I smoulder like a ing cigarette | |
| She bestow me the poet' s beauty of phrase, oh, | |
| I ejaculate... |
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