She was selected to become a weapon The final weapon to end the conflict Her lover, the only bystander of her dehumanization She became a tool of death, aware of being it Ah, be cursed you awareness It made her conscious of her condition, of her sin, of the pain she brings to others Her soul yearns for existence, for life Love is the last fortress She has to remember herself And he has the key to it Their moments together are the only instants of a dying happiness in the midst of a storm She wants to get rid of her awareness but her inner conflict already has a winner Her feelings scream at the agony of her self assertion While her body changes becoming pile of metal sheet Ah, be cursed you awareness It made her conscious of her condition, of her sin, of the pain she brings to others Her soul yearns for existence, for life Love is the last fortress She has to remember herself And he has the key to it Their moments together are the only instants of a dying happiness in the midst of a storm She became the Goddess of oblivion imposing an end to this madness we call life standing as the last witness of what mankind was She was a weapon, a weapon capable of loving And she became an eternal epigraph to forget not the sweet love that gave her hopeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
