Who we love they all despise
and strike with hungered eyes
Those that they cherish we hate
We throw them at the reapers gate
Bone, blood, flesh and air
Fill us all just like love and despair
So why do we snarl at the river
If you look deeper the stream is a mirror.
It isn’t mine it never was and never shall it be
I’ll make my own and I’ll make it well I’ll make it perfectly
No matter what you may decide its mine to shape and mold
I’ll never bend I’ll never bow no one tells me me to be told
It wasn’t mine it isn’t true it shall and cannot be
I made my own it fits just right I tailored my destiny.
We all have a beast pounding in our chest
It seeks to devour our lives with love
It is an addiction we can’t resist
Granted to us from above
We thirst for the sun within the dark
Forever we hunger for our loves heart
Dreams of rivers drenched in light
Visions of dancers in the dusk
Wailing opera in the night
The dawn breaths its rosy musk
To live inside a box
Gilded in gold chains
With doors made of rocks
With all four limbs restrained
You’ll truly know true terror
If you step outside that door
But if you stay inside for ever
Your heart will always crave for more.
Sometimes words alone will not suffice,
so you must dance to teach and entice.
When the wolfs bark does not strike fear,
He bares his fangs and teeth to ensnare.