I hear, distant and cruel voices,
Exposed to dark sunshines torture
I take a look
I fade the world to grey
From behind the mirror
My covers are torn by stings of love
Candles are rising in the darkening space
I have to kill
From behind the mirror
Fire of love is praying on my desires
Candles are rising in the darkening space
I have to kill
Leaves of high bushes flutter in my face
The wind roars hotly
I have to kill
Perfidiously I bear
Bloodthirsty desires to you
In my world that turned grey
I have to kill...myself. |
