Wind o' carry me away Guide my angels - inlink their chains Words find echoes in my past My delusion now unmasked I dare to touch this body's surface Temptation blinding my resistance I could linger so much longer But the wind was stronger Yes I know my eyes are sinning Longing for what is not mine Defend her purity with mercy Threat my guts, cut off my tongue Merge my conflict with the wind Mesmerize my childish instincts Then I will not suffer any long er But still the wind was stronger My puppets, angels, dolls and she Staring, whispering at me Ready to drop - in chains paralysed On naked skin I feel their glares Embarrased of what they might see I cannot speak, I cannot think Scared to death I move no longer Yes, I guess the wind was stronger
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