I was drunk, cold and out
When I heard the devil serenade you
Something about your voice.
If his lips were a butterfly
It would forever sup
On the nectar of your lotus.
I love cracks and jagged edges,
Shards and broken pieces,
I can only like you.
I break everything,
Just so I can love them.
"Love", they tell me.
But love doesn't bring and never has brought happiness.
On the contrary;
It's a constant state of anxiety,
A battlefield;
It's sleepless nights,
Asking ourselves all the time,
If we're doing the right thing.
Real love is composed of ecstasy and agony.
In the absence of life,
Death flourishes like wild mushrooms.
Give me a chance darling,
I will find a beam of light
Behind those evil boundaries.
