A sleeping shinning beauty Your hair rounding the sores I left And the innocence you ruined by my hands See through the horizon And youll be lying beneath the sun Ablazing the grudge you laid on me Dont forget that feelings are the codes That will take you sleep under my blood Mourns have no space here Tears are turning into blood Sculpting passion codes that wrap us in true love Not in this worlds mirror While youre searching for a breath of noguilt air Out of your unauthenticity funny game In my game of being God Looking over the jail you call a world Im now rejoicing, destroying and crushing you...
code, noguilt, unauthenticity, rounding, sculpting