I was walking along your heart
looking for a place to stay
As the daylight would take me apart
The weather brought nothing my way
As I could always smell the decaying love
When I was millions of miles from you
Deep within the shadow of a dove
You knew your faith was all but true
When I picked up the pieces
Of the broken lives we had seen
One who sees is one who believes in
The consequences of having a black spleen
Deep in your skin I could see your creature
Waving its madness in hopes of being revived
Why couldn’t we all just die as the feature
Of which we were always deprived
You felt you touched but couldn’t find
Me under your black satin covers
Dark dark nights could always play with your mind
Then again I was always there to replace the disturbers
Note that it wasn’t a pink love that we held
But a black decaying remnant of pure love mixed with fate
So close that your eyes welded
So close that our blood turned into a faded template
Rise rise for us to be but one captive beast
Rise rise for us to get out and ravage the ones who’ve killed
Hated their company, lets both feast
On the simple minds that have come to be thrilled
Over our deaths,
over our hang necks
Tout ce qui n’est pas
Tout ce qui n’est pas
Ne seras jamais…