Misanthrope Lyrics

Misanthrope Lyrics

"Millionaire Passion Lyrics"


I am lust and seduction
The money worshiper
Girl with diamonds rivi?re
Art and ornamentation

Grit of a classical music master
You force admiration
Dedicate your life to libertine pleasures
High orchestra conductor
Fickle syphilis

I adore luxery
Millionnaire passion
But never will I possess a mortal love
I venerate sex
Millionnaire passion

Funeral march high composer
The macabre requiem of the na
Be Still My Heart Lyrics
(Gordon Kennedy/Randy Thomas) Here she comes walkin I'll be casual and say hello Now we're small talkin But I don't wanna let my feelings show How I love that girl and no one else But I keep saying to myse
tion
Carnal vices, multiple sins of the flesh
Inspired by the maze of "P?re Lachaise"

Beatitude's refinement
Anti-puritanical satanist
I am lucifer in Moli?re's costume
Lucifer by a moonlight veil

I adore luxery
Millionnaire passion
Baudelaire's poetry
And his millenary spleen
I strut on the bank of "La Seine"
Notre Dame is showing
But never will I possess a mortal love

Attraction of
Moral Threat Lyrics
You beat us up when we're alone Come back later and then you're gone Now you're tucked away in your bed And I've got stitches in my head Chorus: cause you didn't like my looks cause I'm not in the fashion books
uxery
Millionnaire passion
Love the frivolous woman
Escaped by her feminity
Obsessional seduction
Sacrifice to the flower of evil
I am lucifer in Moli?re's costume

Lucifer by a moonlight veil

The enrichment dream is nothingness passion
To make of all women a gold-dust princess

Attraction of luxery
Millionnaire passion
Love the frivolous woman
Escaped by her feminity
Obsessional seduction
Sacrifice to
Crucial Lyrics
What is this a binary reality, dazed in refracting light ?? ether from nothing What is this a hallogram, an endless platform What have we done to enhance this design Where do we go when we fear to resign What have
the flower of evil
I am lucifer in Moli?re's costume

I adore luxery
Millionnaire passion
Baudelaire's poetry
And his millenary spleen
I strut on the bank of "La Seine"
Notre Dame is showing
But never will I possess a mortal love

Money selects by its boundless power
To which pleasure you might practise
Everything is allowed, nothing will disturb your quest
Your archievement to immortality




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