Wars are raising for her Crusades to adore her The light of your afterword
Are you losing her true nature When you loosen nomenclature When you gift another moniker?
What's true is like a sickle It'll cut you to the middle That your rose is without a thorn
But no, my mouth don't taste of metal From the pot here to the kettle I think we got a lot we gotta learn
And even though by any other name Her scent would linger sweetly, all the same Call her briar long enough And you'll tangle up the true and the fable
Your dowry, it ain't fooling The pyrite is showing through It won't buy you that empty tomb
And no alchemic incantation For a counterfeit salvation Can appease your leviathan groom
No, love'll get you slaughtered Like a ram at the altar What is safe ain't the same as what is good
So lay compress to the aching Of your body made for breaking We've got a lot of breaking left to do
Cause even under any other creed The crucifix and the hangman – they both agree Change comes so cheaply For those of us already at the tableTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
