Propaganda

We were two kids divided by the city.

We loved to get lost in our labyrinths.

Now I'm dragging both our bodies to the

Attic where we kept all our secrets,

'Cause then came the night.

I can't remember our

First argument

But I do remember

Our first kiss.

I have nothing left to steal

From your unstitched life,

My connection to perfection

Is weaker now.

Life will forever remember…

Your beaten hands, now hold nothing but those windblown words

that we used to shout but they've already fallen on deaf ears.

Your kiss was a burning stake straight to my chest,

again faded away like a drop in the rain. But I got wet anyway

And after all, our love was judged by Solomon

And soon, my dear, you'll become his empress.

I have nothing left to steal

From your unstitched life,

My connection to perfection

Is weaker now.

Life will forever remember

That I broke it up

And I won't find anything like you again.