Force yourself and stare at me so hard
Till your eyes shake from your own strength
Touch my hate of iron, a machine unplugged
No electricity, powered by my own strength
I, wanna' run away, less the fear
My luggage's packed, my path is clear
I wanna' run
I wanna' run away
No energy, powered by your misery
I am clutching the malice
None would ask me where do I run to
Just through the alleys
The goddess there awaits
For none but me
Her lonely fading face
Like an ape, through the trees I am rushing
Holding the malice
Exhausted
Nearly there, mustn't
But the machine turned to a sweating steel
She's alive, maybe she doesn't
I'll be recharged once her warm I feel
Once to her home I'll be carried
By the winds of myself
You'll never find me worried
And understand the damage you had dealt
I rush for her
Clutching the malice so none may hurt me
But then into my heart I stare
And see my demons, coming to devour me.
For loving too much. |
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