| My heart is like the heavens; |
| its a place for those who hate
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| My soul is like the winter; |
| hosting symbols of our fate
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| My sperm conceives forever; |
| making omens come alive
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| We exist without salvation; |
| we are born just to die
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| Who stole the sun from its place in my heart?
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| My mind is like a diamond; |
| like a dream that can’t be breached
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| My soul is like a demon; |
| setting fire to your dreams
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| My body is your temple; |
| it extends beyond the lie
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| Not to find my way to paradise; |
| my eyes have been cut out
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| Who stole the sun from its place in my heart?
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| My arms are like the branches; |
| of the tree that never dies
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| My heart was filled with laughter; |
| like the madness in your eyes
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| My fingers are like daggers; |
| scratching symbols in your skin
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| We exist beyond redemption; |
| no salvation without sin
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| Who stole the sun from its place in my heart?
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| My lips are like the morning; |
| turning darkness to delight
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| My eyes reveal your secrets; |
| I see fire in your eyes
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| My blood will flow forever; |
| like a stream that never dies
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| Not to speak of heaven falling; |
| my tongue has been cut out
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| Who stole the sun from its place in my heart? |