Mordnilap

You've got to be tired of this cliché don't you see? A water mill-wheel dream a flower that nowadays have grown to weed There will be no more poetry of yesterday the course of true love never did run smooth sometimes closing your eyes makes you see through autumn's cloudy veil There's no saviour inside my heart there's not enough room to contain you No, this garden will wither beaten by a long winter tears will turn to ice on their way down through sky And this time they'll crush when they reach ground. Blow the wound ‘til the pain's gone apply a plaster, hum a song time washes every wound from your bone.

So the demon nailed Messiah and sadness became the new fashion trend the human sure is a remarkable creature destined with the yoke of death in the inevitable end The consequence of our actions tends to be the fact that to think before you act is a great way out of complex problems ...Isn't it ironic then that experience tend to echo two seconds too late? But the real sin that man did commit was to assume that life would be more important than he made it Oh, we could replace reality with a rule based substitute but we would fall under our own mathematic calculation And why should we put the demons expectation into effect?

With a smile embellishing your fair lips you concealed my tomorrow with a kiss, saying: “We’ll be sitting here, waiting for the sun to come” O pretty rainbow, my Ursae Minoris you put a rose wreath around my neck fixed me with a stare, whispering: “We’re of the same kind, you and me, we’re twins” O, you placed the golden road before my feet’s telling me that I was still too young to see and you sang with your softest chirp an oath in blood that you would lead me O, dear Ursae Minoris, my only love and twin you are the shining sun impersonated yet you leave no shadow And as this flower