Wolf People - Crumbling Dais

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The air is sweet until
No need to move until
The binds have been untied
We are both satisfied
Blissfully paralyzed
Forever seven forty-five
There is, there is, there is no reason to leave
There is, there is, there is no reason to leave
I have no senses left
Tiny taste of death
Our life does not exist
The world is only this
Our body’s final kiss
Before the mind is set adrift
There is, there is, there is no reason to leave
There is, there is, there is no reason to leave