Who stole the sun from its place in my heart?

Saturday, April 28th, 2012

 

My heart is like the heavens; it’s a place for those who hate
My soul is like the winter; hosting symbols of our fate
My sperm conceives forever; making omens come alive
We exist without salvation; we are born just to die

Who stole the sun from its place in my heart?

My mind is like a diamond; like a dream that can’t be breached
My soul is like a demon; setting fire to your dreams
My body is your temple; it extends beyond the lie
Not to find my way to paradise; my eyes have been cut out

Who stole the sun from its place in my heart?

My arms are like the branches; of the tree that never dies
My heart was filled with laughter; like the madness in your eyes
My fingers are like daggers; scratching symbols in your skin
We exist beyond redemption; no salvation without sin

Who stole the sun from its place in my heart?

My lips are like the morning; turning darkness to delight
My eyes reveal your secrets; I see fire in your eyes
My blood will flow forever; like a stream that never dies
Not to speak of heaven falling; my tongue has been cut out

Who stole the sun from its place in my heart?

Macabra macabra la pata de cabra

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