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These times are dire
No forgiveness, no desire,
No goal or vision,
Just a hollow man
In a destructive season.
Nothing remains in this
here heart, just a dream
already torn apart.
If I could wish for something new
if I had the chance to change
the things I do, my life would
forfeit in this charade
This devilry, this masquerade.
To wake up each day, and see your face
To curl up inside your sweet embrace,
To cut my body in twine for your desire
And sell my soul for just one chance...
I wish for nothing else,
I do not wish of wealth,
and luxuries and fame
Just for one last time
To see your face...
And gaze upon this
Perfect rose, which springs
to life, upon a simple touch,
Unblemished by the world's mistrust.
Here I am you Gods of Old,
take me, tear me apart,
take all you desire...
Leave my soul intact,
For it is Hers, though she
never did ask...
No forgiveness, no desire,
No goal or vision,
Just a hollow man
In a destructive season.
Nothing remains in this
here heart, just a dream
already torn apart.
If I could wish for something new
if I had the chance to change
the things I do, my life would
forfeit in this charade
This devilry, this masquerade.
To wake up each day, and see your face
To curl up inside your sweet embrace,
To cut my body in twine for your desire
And sell my soul for just one chance...
I wish for nothing else,
I do not wish of wealth,
and luxuries and fame
Just for one last time
To see your face...
And gaze upon this
Perfect rose, which springs
to life, upon a simple touch,
Unblemished by the world's mistrust.
Here I am you Gods of Old,
take me, tear me apart,
take all you desire...
Leave my soul intact,
For it is Hers, though she
never did ask...
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