I had this strange dream that last night. And I woke up soaked in sweat, Stinking of fear and weakness. With this bitter and familiar taste in my mouth. The taste of defeat, the taste of waste. I think I stayed asleep for too long.
I bent my spine my whole life. I burnt the meadow of my desires. I offered you my heart on a silver tray.
You ate it, shat it and ate it again. I gave you my vessel. You have happily burnt it slowly.
I watch the dripping candle of my desires. They are not all gone to ashes. I touch the shivery flame of my fantasies. Although flickering it still burns my fingers.
But today that’s you Mr Liar. That’s you I’m going to watch burn slowly. I am the end of your story. I am the end of your era.
I watch the dripping candle of my desires. They are not all gone to ashes. I touch the shivery flame of my fantasies. Although flickering it still burns my fingers.
The curtain has fallen, The barriers have broken. And heads will start rolling.
I am the end of your story. I am the end of your era.
I will never be this lifeless instrument. I will carry my torch to the highest peaks.