Surgery of a Soul.Surgery of a soul In need of repair. / Tiny little instruments used with such care. / A spirit mechanic with a look of despair.
Immerse and SurrenderMy eyes without you are forlorn, / I bequeath you with all that I am.
Rough Sextell me / why / i love to ride / on this razor’s edge / of desire
Memories and LiesLocked inside a dusty old trunk / Kept for a lifetime in the basement / There lays a secret, never told / A tragic tale of life and forbidd…