Am I not despicable, to love you so?
That the world crumbles before my feet
Am I not despicable, to love you so?
That I would have the world end, so you are the only world I have.
No, no, no
You are the reason
No, no, no
You are the cause.
For blood to rise, for blood to splatter, for blood to become butterflies.
It is a holy cause, for this to be ours
Your anger is now divine
It is a holy cause, for this to be us
We’re art; poetry meant to last for eternity
Yes, yes, yes
You are the reason
Yes, yes, yes
You are the cause.
For blood to rise, for blood to splatter, for blood to become butterflies.
To love is to despise
To love is to adore
Your beautiful vices.
To love is to despise
To love is to adore
Your beautiful vices.
This is the price, to my surprise, the end of the world long forgotten now.
To love is to despise
To love is to adore
Your beautiful vices.
To love is to despise
To love is to adore
Your beautiful vices.
This is the price, to my surprise, the end of the world long forgotten now.
I’ve lost my mind, I’ve lost my heart
No matter, my feet will follow these steps beyond the ravine
There are no other colours for my soul
No other colours that can arouse me
No other colours that can control me
No matter, my feet will follow these steps till hells closed doors.
To love is to despise
To love is to adore
Your beautiful vices.
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