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Wuthering Heights The Shadow Cabinet

Live by dreaming A walkabout in olden slopes Wake up sleeping In soil covered in ice Where will the roses grow Floating in a haze Like seaweed to the

To overthrow his masters Always the slave by healthy envy was driven But is my envy still healthy When I wish not to inherit the castles they live in

Watch the disillusionist making himself disappear A last display of magic ere surrendering to fear Lost my faith in leaders and systems long ago Now

When all is white; No more red blood will flow When all is frozen; There'll be more tears of woe Locked in winter's deadlock grip I shall be pleasantly

The beast that lurks in my genes Is controlling my will In endless search of the ultimate carnal thrill Like a knight without an armour I ride out to