Pulsations - The Hedonic Paradox

Plough the fields and say amen
Genesis of a bitter end
Bury the hatchet and water the rose, my dear
Here comes the storm, let us be prepared
She drifted back across the dark room
And began to hum the doomsday's tune
Find me a place where I can hide
A hedonic tone to sacrifice
All the stakeholders in the queue
It is no man's land, I gasp for air
And the waiter is not even aware
It is chilly out there so grab your coat, my dear
The peacekeeper is on his way
She drifted back across the dark room
And began to hum the doomsday's tune
Find me a place where I can hide
A hedonic tone to sacrifice
All the stakeholders in the queue
Spraying with thick gloss
The last smile
So it lasts a long time
Wrecked and torn apart
I sailed too many miles
And a million more tonight
She drifted back across the bedroom
And began to sing my favourite tune
A hedonic tone to sacrifice
All the stakeholders in the queue

Written by:
Hadrian Esteves

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