Only the army of diamonds can’t take your tears into oblivion.
Sacramental sorrow is not a feeling worthy of a human
And you will pay more than naked truth for the raw love.
You can change your religion, but the lie will remain a petrified amber
It won’t soothe your soul or ease the pain,
Take the satin of your body. Let the scars of raw love burn brighter
The dreamer’s plight is to wake up to a sobbing heart
In the morning’s opalescent sun
Even lips dry beneath the wind’s endless plea,
You take the last laugh
A bitter echo of thoughts follows your every step,
And peace fades away.
Good and evil clash within your chest
You will confess every mark, every scar of the raw law you carry inside
It is never too far.
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