Irony keeping our words vain..
Restles anger tiring us up again...
Looking to what we did to ourselves
Looking to what is left of good
Beautiful vanity' spider web
Unraveling the end of us.
If you knew every time you take for me
Our heart goes beating in the same frequency
-gradually-
And for that very moment, we are all
We are one.
Deepen your breath, beloved
Deepen your soul
Deepen the feeling
Loose your weapons
And it will be good to loose control
Raise your palms to me.
Deliver. Give up. Give yourself up.
To me.
Before the next thinking
Hold tight your lips
Just lock yourself at my eyes
Just stay a minute close and tight
I could swear we would cry.
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