the sins of the sisters
go unrequited
all ignoring
the passion ignited
a crudely drawn portrait
the lines sketch a notion
the sins of the sisters
are drowned in the ocean
the figure that dances
is made out of paper
and I am the voyeur
the stalker the raper
the sins of the sisters
are drawn out in light
on the backs of my eyes
on the edge of a night
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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