Drifting in the Ganges
FLAME
Hungry for my pale
FLESH
Turned into the handful
ASH
Flying as black petal
Spreading over water but my spirit is immortal
NO
Any chance to get
BACK
I'm so glad to be
DEAD
Spirit without tiss
Stayed as the rest of all of this
FLAME
Hungry for my pale
FLESH
Turned into the handful
ASH
Flying as black petal
Spreading over water but my spirit is immortal
NO
Any chance to get
BACK
I'm so glad to be
DEAD
Spirit without tiss
Stayed as the rest of all of this
Bloodred flow of Holy River
I was there for million times
Always used to be deceiver
Flowing over my own lies
Over my mud-filled karma
Memories of the empty lives
Mental prison of Samsara
Keeping me here with despise
FLAME
Hungry for my pale
FLESH
Turned into the handful
ASH
Flying as black petal
Spreading over water but my spirit is immortal
NO
Any chance to get
BACK
I'm so glad to be
DEAD
Spirit without tiss
Stayed as the rest of all of this
Eyes are closing – I see stars
Demons, gods and angels-guards
Looking back, I want to stay
There was better anyway
Over flying empty spheres
Spirits with the blades and spears
Missing flesh, and soft warm ground
Wishing for another round
I can leave or I can stay
Cause I'll be here anyway
Laughing, crying, mother's milk
Snow-white curtains of the silk
Taste of fruits and smell of skin
Shoulder that I always lean
Caramel wisdom, funny games
Cherry blossoms, sunshine rays
Gently touching, cities, walks
Senseless universal talks
Hungry for my pale
FLESH
Turned into the handful
ASH
Flying as black petal
Spreading over water but my spirit is immortal
NO
Any chance to get
BACK
I'm so glad to be
DEAD
Spirit without tiss
Stayed as the rest of all of this
FLAME
Hungry for my pale
FLESH
Turned into the handful
ASH
Flying as black petal
Spreading over water but my spirit is immortal
NO
Any chance to get
BACK
I'm so glad to be
DEAD
Spirit without tiss
Stayed as the rest of all of this
Bloodred flow of Holy River
I was there for million times
Always used to be deceiver
Flowing over my own lies
Over my mud-filled karma
Memories of the empty lives
Mental prison of Samsara
Keeping me here with despise
FLAME
Hungry for my pale
FLESH
Turned into the handful
ASH
Flying as black petal
Spreading over water but my spirit is immortal
NO
Any chance to get
BACK
I'm so glad to be
DEAD
Spirit without tiss
Stayed as the rest of all of this
Eyes are closing – I see stars
Demons, gods and angels-guards
Looking back, I want to stay
There was better anyway
Over flying empty spheres
Spirits with the blades and spears
Missing flesh, and soft warm ground
Wishing for another round
I can leave or I can stay
Cause I'll be here anyway
Laughing, crying, mother's milk
Snow-white curtains of the silk
Taste of fruits and smell of skin
Shoulder that I always lean
Caramel wisdom, funny games
Cherry blossoms, sunshine rays
Gently touching, cities, walks
Senseless universal talks
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