Post-mortem of a foolish love In the entrails of a mourning dove Shot down with steel from the sky above It was all from last words that this void is of
In the wild times before he began his descent My mind was on fire before I knew what it meant Last coherent sermons about not being alone Led me to saintly patience, and sins I condone I wanted so bad to fulfill my fathers dream I built a dam to keep this devil upstream And when it failed I could not keep back the flood This fortress of flesh will have to wait in my blood
She never deserved to see this happen this day But silence only makes the walls give way No man is an island and lives his life insular But the oceans rise when she feels insecure No one is willing to speak or say what they mean And I cannot abdicate and make these eyes my queen It is written on a liver that this tale is woven I read in the bottle that this was a poor omen
I've known you all of my life You gave birth to me A soul and an archetype In a different place and time
I know what these words do Don't make me rescue you Hysteria breeds neurosis and resentment And creates another weak me
I cannot subject my children to another generation of this I refuse to be the king of paralysis I will not repeat samsara in a more chaotic version This line will not die in the arms of my child, the virgin
Post-mortem of a foolish love In the entrails of a mourning dove Break the cycle with a new romance Where the patriarch and queen can have their danceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
