A tragedy of the modern worldStalks the Earth in broken phasesHe doesn't care what begins or endsHe doesn't care what his fury raisesAs they watch their love slip through their fingersAnd their minutes disappearThey know that this is cursed landAnd they never should've been hereEvery bend that breaks himIn the light of rapture's moonThe flower's form, it shakes himShe moves again too soonThe daylight bleeds through the broken doorBut all it leaves are frigid tracesAnd urgently he grasps for moreAll he holds are empty spacesWhy does he stay here? You might askHe harms himself for all to seeHis grave, his home, and a simple taskTo kill his love eternallyAs they watch their love slip through their fingersAnd their minutes disappearThey know that this is cursed landAnd they never should've been hereAs they watch their love slip through their fingersAnd their minutes disappearThey know that this is cursed landAnd they never should've been hereIt's her every bend that breaks himIn the light of rapture's moonThe flower's form, it shakes himShe moves again too soonEternities withholdingShe'll drown inside her tombThis yearning, never knowingHe'll fade away too soonToo soonYour human form in violent voidA sight to see, a sin so sacredHe kills his heart, choice by useless choiceHe is a god that doesn't want to make itThere is no sleep in this world of ruinOnly a race towards a certain endHe filled himself with the things you throw awayHe tightly clings to the ghosts she sendsIt's her every bend that breaks himIn the light of rapture's moonThe flower's form, it shakes himShe moves again too soonEternities withholdingShe'll drown inside her tombThis yearning, never knowingHe'll fade away too soonIt's her every bend that breaks himIn the light of rapture's moonThe flower's form, it shakes himShe moves again too soonEternities withholdingShe'll drown inside her tombThis yearning, never knowingHe'll fade away too soonToo soon
