| Think of youth and the abreaction; |
| the endless nights and insane creation.
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| In mad obsession and what it meant to be, the secrets torn but the need to
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| release- our sacred hearts.
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| The heroin Jesus, the essenceof youth, crucified by age and cold indifference.
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| It’s the temptation that makes you feel so tested.
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| It’s the passion that makes you feel so tried.
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| And a year’s just another year…
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| When you look at the ruin and the desire so far, strewn across lives and where
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| we really are.
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| Life love and dreams; |
| such immaculate design, perfect relation a vision of mine
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| -our sacred hearts.
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| So easy to forget yet the cycle still spins with the real naked calling in the
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| hearts of men.
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| It does by our doings and all before our eyes, as I cried for the roses and a
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| past I denied- our sacred hearts.
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| So in love so at war, risen and pure.
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| This is the heroin Jesus who takes away the sins of the
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| world; |
| in this the fleeting, and then it’s over.
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| We’re gonna sanctify the pain.
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| We’re gonna rectifythe drain.
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| We’re gonna isolate the germ in desire. |
| Shiva would dance for us, Siddhartha would walk with us.
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| Heaven would sing for us.
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| We’re gonna sanctify the pain.
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| We’re
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| gonna isolate the germ in desire — our sacred hearts. |