The Velvet Edge Lyrics

Cry me a killer, a boy and a girl
Rise from the ashes and escape from the world

Trails of fire lace the dreams in their heads
The solf touch of desperation on The Velvet Edge

Draw down the moon on this city scum born
Where the painful sensations are mindless and torn

The absence of windows is making them stir
Tragedy chance the Will of the Pure.
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Man, no idea what it means but if this isn't a brilliant song otherwise. Why no comments? This is gold. Damn.

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