A germ in foreign blood
A glimmer of the past
Power and misery
Pathetic whore
To the ignorance of life
This is the best
It will ever be
Think of the things
That will never be
Sorrow, the empty well?
Hollow and useless
Consume to the inside
Something I will not hide
My love wilts on
My comrade in tragedy
This is the best
It will ever be
Think of the things
That will never be
Your image is burnt
You are dead
You are nothing
Yes, I love you
Lost the will? A germ in foreign blood A glimmer of the past Power and misery Pathetic whore To the ignorance of life This is the best It will ever be Think of the things That will never be Sorrow, the empty well? Hollow and useless Consume to the inside Something I will not hide My love wilts on My comrade in tragedy This is the best It will ever be Think of the things That will never be Your image is burnt You are dead You are nothing Yes, I love you Explain Request ×
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