Blind Zero Trashing The Beauty
Set my urgency
In dreams you come to me
Jesus was my son
Was not for you, if not for you
Passion frailty
I see it more romantically, tonight
What's the body wich you want to live trough
Your soul to God, your flesh for me
Trashing the beauty
We should meet sometime
On an never ending strike
Do you think we'll ever meet
For real
One last frozen glance
In tender bloodshot embrace
I see the struggle, I see the struggle
I see her dying on becoming alive
Trashing the beauty
