Et Nos enfants sont perdus

We people are memorials of an age.
Remember: we people are a story !

Listen to my advice:
When you close your eyes, see a dancer in your head,
When there should be silence, sing music instead.

Do as i tell you, not as i do.
My heart is Cold as Ice,
My body is frozen,
No one is chosen.
This is not what I want you to want.

Give me a reason to put up this fight.

Sick inside my soul
Hear my lonely cries,
Deep inside my body
poison fills my eyes.

Who will dig grave
for my motionless corpse.
Who will give love
to my innocent child ?

As stolen goods And broken swords,
we bend,
we stretch,
we scream,
we lie.
As midnight mist And fallen leafs,
we go,
we cry,
we fall,
we die.

As all pale faces in all their cases,
always look for love in all the wrong places.

I drink
cold wine,
When it comes To Forget
I look at the farthest stars,
When it comes To Regret
I breath
without reason,
When I can't see your silhuette.

Will I ever understand the insanity,
Between love I give And love that I take.
Will I ever apprehend the profanity
Between love that I lost and love I had.

Will I ever be the product of eternity,
And when will I become just solar dust,
lost,
without memory ?



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