Slowly, I pull the pieces away from her hands... not to put them back together, but to show that I have full control Only my point isn't made, it's treated like an April Fool's joke Her heart is towered by leagues of plagued intentions Bits of shattered obsidian they appear to me as I see through them into her slimy eyes Discovering worlds, fleeting thoughts, and improvised emotion, she pulls away We're fighting again while I float through her ethereal darkness Words are sewn into my skin as it rips and bleeds, for the last time I feel real as I'm showered by evil When I was chosen by you in the killing fields, I fell in loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
