Seven Dead Orchids

<br>[Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt]<br>[Music: T. E. Tunheim]<br><br>The vortex of addiction is out of square<br>there are imaginary catchwords everywhere<br>The ego-dolls reap the meadows of megalomania<br>and we crave the spotlight<br><br>An ephemeral prostitute in the centre of attention<br>my deserted space needs another case of intervention<br>celebrity is my speciality<br>glamorised in fashion I am the mannequin to be<br><br>Oh, sweet seventeen...her unblemished face<br>clad in the tint of juvenile flesh<br>seven dead orchids<br>lay trampled and beguiled<br>like the lust that died<br>She sits astride<br><br>The pictures my crayons painted<br>xeroxed and airbrushed to fit<br>admiration disguised in trivial pursuits<br>animated to death...<br><br>The vortex of addiction is out of square<br>there are imaginary catchwords everywhere<br>The ego-dolls reap the meadows of megalomania<br>and we crave the spotlight...