so beautiful is your naivete... angelic... pathetic... i'll break your f****** wings!
the breast of fruitful dreams, be pierced and let them bleed
What foul, endearments bring... when seraphim shall sing
black spined and alone, my bitter thorns adorn your grief
of what dark, is a heart, that beats inside of me
inside of me
i am love. i am hate, i am love... know no god
i'm in you
the breast of fruitful dreams, be pierced and let them bleed
What foul, endearments bring... when seraphim shall sing
black spined and alone, my bitter thorns adorn your grief
of what dark, is a heart, that beats inside of me
inside of me
i am love. i am hate, i am love... know no god
i'm in you