Lyrics She, the Weapon - Black Therapy

She, the Weapon

She was selected to become a weapon
The final weapon to end the conflict
Her lover, the only bystander of her dehumanization
She became a tool of death, aware of being it
Ah, be cursed you awareness
It made her conscious of her condition, of her sin, of the pain she brings to
others
Her soul yearns for existence, for life
Love is the last fortress
She has to remember herself
And he has the key to it
Their moments together are the only instants of a dying happiness in the midst
of a storm
She wants to get rid of her awareness
but her inner conflict already has a winner
Her feelings scream at the agony of her self assertion
While her body changes becoming pile of metal sheet
Ah, be cursed you awareness
It made her conscious of her condition, of her sin, of the pain she brings to
others
Her soul yearns for existence, for life
Love is the last fortress
She has to remember herself
And he has the key to it
Their moments together are the only instants of a dying happiness in the midst
of a storm
She became the Goddess of oblivion
imposing an end to this madness we call life
standing as the last witness of what mankind was
She was a weapon, a weapon capable of loving
And she became an eternal epigraph to forget not
the sweet love that gave her hope