There's magic in seven virgins nafter you've gone through million whores. nAll the longing is still for nothing. nAnd our time gets cut short. nnLead me out of despair. nIt never leaves my stare. nnRoses withering in graveyards. nHow useless gestures can be? nNo dreams ever came from the ground. nThere's nothing here for you to see. nnLead me out of despair. nIt never leaves my stare. nnStab me, I'm bleeding dust. nFeeding the wind. nBleeding dust. nI hope you choke. nnCrawling in the cathedrals. nRevere the emptiness of all. nHanging in the web of echoes. nThe mother stalks you from the wall. nnLead me out of despair. nIt never leaves my stare. nnIt stays to haunt my stare. nnStab me, I'm bleeding dust. nFeeding the wind. nBleeding dust. nI hope you choke. nnRemind me now. nI'm dead, but how. nThe walk is long. nDirections wrong.n