LOVE WHICH MADE THE WORLD

 

You broke the glasses; I stepped on the chips
Our hearts are a million years away from time.

I an era of obsession, yours a dig for merchandise
Ambitions and affection draw swords on cross-roads.

You broke honest promises , I broke the vase of fury
For you said you will never hurt me.

But I see honest lies on women's lips abide
For the venoms in fickle spittle dispense agile smiles to the grave.

Now our feet is a million miles away from home.
Home where blood thumbs on the chest.

Home where the feet may leave, but not the heart
Home sweet home! You are my home!

Kiss me my love, kiss me.
Hold me down until the cocks crow

For we only love in the night and die in the morning.
We only love for love to die.

We love to die the same way we die to love
But to love we die for nothing.

You only love once, and once alone you're loved.
Only one person loves you, only one person you love.

Love is a disease.
Love wounds than heal.

Love weakens and leave you powerless
Love is a curse you should avoid.

Make love with me.
Take my manhood and thrust it down your womanhood.

Let the electric vigor jolt down our spines
and make us break in discontent

Then stab me with a knife or a dagger
And let this rite be a parting ritual as the custom demands

Then my soul will rest in Hell
Hell where I have unfinished business.

Broken heart? The idea is worth than death itself
We break up, we break our humanity.

Love is a curse and a terrible disease.
The only love is love which made the world.