Let the light pass through — let the fluids bleach
Mind — Body — Rapture — State of the art
A tender touch would be hard to find
A warm embrace would never matter
You rejoice in false passion
And your spirits over turn
Decadent Little Girl — Let the light pass through
Head lights burning bright — the final destination
Those eyes keep staring
As frozen emotions would ventilate
Decadent Little Girl — Overturn
