The wait is like a furry cat in heat devoid of sleep
Similar to whispers of silk wiping blood off a blade..
I've got blood on my hands now, and sins pressing on my chest.
Take me now to your reaper, hold me on my way on the Styx river.
When everything's numb despise knowing
Not all illusions are bad, some are necessary.
When waiting is like the petals of a rose and falling drops of dew,
When everything becomes your reflection, looking into my own eyes is dull.
You stole what could have been, from me and yourself
Now you can never have it back, until we'll transcend the needs of the flesh.
But even I will forget, unless you let me remember
The improbable truth, when the impossible has burned down like a January ember.
I had somebody else’s dream last night, talking to a memory
The Duke of Tharsis it was, purging the years of love and wine
When in my mind you were mine, when you remembered me
I know your love will not last for a century, I now know it will never be
But I'll be singing of your static electricity mastery, dreaming an evergreen reverie
On the other side of this world, in Hades' netherworld, of all attachments free.
I've got blood on my hands now, and sins pressing on my chest.
Take me now to your reaper, hold me on my way on the Styx river.
When everything's numb despise knowing
Not all illusions are bad, some are necessary.
When waiting is like the petals of a rose and falling drops of dew,
When everything becomes your reflection, looking into my own eyes is dull.
You stole what could have been, from me and yourself
Now you can never have it back, until we'll transcend the needs of the flesh.
But even I will forget, unless you let me remember
The improbable truth, when the impossible has burned down like a January ember.
I had somebody else’s dream last night, talking to a memory
The Duke of Tharsis it was, purging the years of love and wine
When in my mind you were mine, when you remembered me
I know your love will not last for a century, I now know it will never be
But I'll be singing of your static electricity mastery, dreaming an evergreen reverie
On the other side of this world, in Hades' netherworld, of all attachments free.
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