Life Lymph by Highlord
You love yourself when you come, nobody else
The return to the womb is incomplete
Your enemies will always live around you
When the worst is still in your head
Needing a place for your brain, to rearrange itself
I yearn to be the centre and the gravity point
I carved Babel tower with golden runes
Ascending from my blood the spirits' life
My harp will have silver strings, will you ever care?
It's not the meaning what I'm looking for
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