Conspiratory Visions Of Gomorrah
Sorrow is back in your eyes; Pulling us to the depth; We could have lasted like planets; But your weight dragged us both to our death; They've been sober around you; And I truly believed it'll suffice; But you're an addict for torture; And the sorrow is back in your eyes; The minor sonatas of Beethoven; Roll through your hips; But the words you are aching to sing; Are glued to your lips; They've been burning the wrongly accused; While you silently dance; But your beauty was such; That they all gladly stood in line for the chance; The amber around you; Has stiffened your thought and your limb; You're a fossil of love; A relic, an echoing hymn; The purity that once you delivered; Dissolved into sand; Lot has escaped and is dancing; But you're hardly able to stand; You won't work off your debt; Until you strip to your heart and your bone; The love that was once in your veins; Will dry into stone; The mist and the fog; Will densen themselves to a wall; And you'll finally sing; But I won't be there to hear your call; 