Illunga

This time we finally see what happens to
The wrong when it's made right, regardless of who. 
So stay on fire with me, tonight. 
And then we'll decide where to be, and what to do. 

She's in control

You need some sadness, depression, Some anger, and sexuality
Because life's a bore without 'em, and now that you've got 'em, 
Sing melancholy, oh yes, oh yes, Sing melancholy

This cloud that once burned white is now bruised. 
And we try to speak, but it's no use. 
The mist it spreads is blood red (bye-bye to our streak) 
And it eats you alive and you'll never know why. 

Because where you'll go, is where I call home. 
She's in control

You need some sadness, depression, Some anger, and sexuality
Because life's a bore without 'em, and now that you've got 'em, 
Sing melancholy, oh yes, oh yes, Sing melancholy

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