I Love

the bleeding heart that aches in love

the moaning soul enchained by weird thirst

awaiting something from somewhere above

the floods of tears, the mourn of lost

come deify illusion breed

and turning blind, come taste this sweetest drug

come reap the pain in beating piece of meat-

i call it this, they call it heart

i love when it's dead

empty and cold

not a lament in my breast

i can tell sand from true gold

life is vain, an endless state of pain...

all kinds of pain...

then jealousy and ecstasy

will cruelly lash with burning whip

so smothering will be the misery

and hate shall come, so bright and deep!

and in the end all strength is gone

these stupefied and devastated fools

will become none and mentally undone

then calm i'll pass sneering stone and cool

i made it all dead

within my breast

within my head on endless quest

for what`s not pain, for what`s not vain