| Bm | Am | |
| The language in the d | immer rooms |
| F | Am | |
| Seems to represent the light source | well |
| Bm | Am | |
| How soft they speak and see | m to be at peace |
| F | Am | |
| With the movement of the music and the ma | dness |
| F | Bm | G | |
| That is pulling me into | this |
| F | |
| And the shades of the lamps are woven red |
| Am | |
| The light, it stains and consecrates |
| Bm | |
| Anointing all forgotten forms |
| G | |
| That swirl and smoke and haunt this place |
| F | |
| The girls in gowns all nurse the dark |
| Am | |
| Pulling it near to their swelling breasts |
| Bm | |
| And watch as it seeps to their hearts |
| G | |
| And beats within their virgin chests |
| And here I know seduction breeds same all |
| throght here |
| From wanton hearts that would seduce just |
| follow the pattern |
| And grows and spreads its vine and leaves |
| Embracing those who might have moved |
| But now remain to drink the night |
| From vials black and thick with steam |
| Such intoxicating delights |
| That leave you drunk inside this dream |
| F,Am,G,Bm |
| And you watch them take the light from you |
| Bm | |
| And you find yourself |
| Am | |
| On a velvet couch |
| F | Bm | |
| Tasting the skin of a | foreign girl |
| Bm | |
| Her eyes are black |
| Am | |
| And wet like oil |
| F | Bm | |
| And she ties your hands with a stri | ng of pearls |
| Bm | |
| And you tremble like a frightened bird |
| Am | |
| As she closes in and captures you |
| F | |
| To place you in the silver cage |
| G | |
| Deep within her poisoned womb |
| Bm | |
| And once you're safe inside |
| am | G | |
| She might let you out to | fly |
| F | am |
| In the circles around the room |
| f |
| But it's always night |
| am | bm | |
| And there is | no moon |
| f am g bm |
| And you wonder if you are alive |
| f am g bm |
| And you're not sure if you want to be |
| f am g bm |
| But you drank her sweat like it was wine |
| f |
| And you lay with her on a bed of blue |
| am | |
| And it's awful sweet |
| g bm |
| Like the fruit she cuts and feeds to you |
| f am bm to you f am |
| enjoi |
| END |
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