He felt that human love was mostly selfish. He was determined to discover its purest form. Stripping himself to the core after an eternity of being bound by iron and sometimes golden chains, he touched it and became a slave to its ambrosia. He was then honoured with the responsibility to direct those who were ready to be directed. I stared into a mirror for three days, didnt eat or sleep Just to see if I could see something down underneath Yeah yeah I saw angels and demons in fear and a torn blue little soul In an ocean of your love There were kings and killers, the face of a beggar And everything I ever was In there was heaven and hell, and the whole creation Was Dying For Your Love And now Im Dying For Your Love I said, Im Dying For Your Love And theres nothing I wouldnt do or go through to get to truth But faceless things are in my way Yes, I can see every little thing we never really knew Is lying there buried in the silence Waiting for time to decay Lust and anger, a freak and a saviour And pieces of the universe Black phantom creatures, trapped in a prison of desire Are crying for your love Now Im Dying For Your Love We all are Dying For Your Love And I need to feel me in those arms again I said, I need to feel me in those arms again Because Im Dying For Your Love I said, Im Dying For Your Love Im Dying For Your Love We all are Dying For Your Love
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