Polyserena (live) by George
Polyserena, I'm starving to feed you,
I'll be back from what I've been to
Not sad, not crying,
In the moments of your hiding,
you'd swear that I was screaming
Polyserena, since your leaving,
lit rooms are darkly silent
Right now I am standing right here
between whispers of your violence
You'd swear that I'm believing
Chorus
Poly, you decadent deceiver,
In the mirror you don't reflect
but I feel your hot breath
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