Girl with a rope
And I was really out of my mind,
Like book of self rusting and sitting spare,
She is young at heart, but it's getting much too late
To find ourselves so far apart.
She was my North and their motive of words
Told me and I thought, there is no end for love.
Oh, God, how I was wrong.
I'm thinking of you, my dismay.
Predicting death by mists
Could you let me go,
Before I'll eat all of your sins?
If you drank a little bit out of my bowl,
You would know, that I still can't forgive.
Bring me the sacrificial worm.
Hellish laughter gnawing bones.
My poisoned swan cryin' like toad,
My head was deformed.
I spilled empty crooked chords.
She is careless, she doesn't notice,
How a hours cut out our reality.
From the now the sun will never blind our eyes.
The day will dragged on for many years.
What is being done every day
Will become not the history.
I'm a passive devourer of miles from salt roads,
If only they lead in the rooms with my friends:
To love track down unnecessary notes,
So I have became a little older,
To find ourselves so far apart.
I'm seedy and charred,
I'm whispering and curdling clay for pray,
In the heavenly wards of the clouds.
Our way to reminiscences moons
Was like a girl with a rope.
So I have became, so I have became
A little older,
To find ourselves so far apart
Bless them, that they might
Grow old.
Oh, and free them, so that they may know,
How I have became,
How I have became a little older,
to find ourselves so far apart
You can hide behind the famous names,
You can't see, how I burned myself alive,
You can forget the time, when we could happy to be.
You can lose my essence among other similar,
But in the hands of the relic god of rebirth,
You can not find the words of apologize.
He will show you before darkness come my deep eyes
And collapsing body in cramps of the dance.
Could you let me go,
Before I'll eat all of your sins?
If you drank a little bit out of my bowl,
You would know, that I still can't forgive.
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