The crimson tides - ocean of soliloquy pt.ii
Deinonychus
I was the serpent
the fallen lover in this silent night.
The crimson tides wash upon me, wade in the oceans, truth believer.
I pained on bloodied hands and knees.
I received disease, tasted poison, died... and all for you!
Floating here in the devil eyes, no laughing, there's no nothing.
No longer need your sombre embrace, gracious eve.
Your decaying heart seems... Lifeless.
Now that the oceans are so calm and blue, I have forgotten you.
Magdalena, have you forgotten me?
I have tasted the razor-blade, been wasted
played my part of the prostitute.
Danced at funerals, hide myself behind a veil of equivocation
called out for you, you weren't there.
Walked into the cold waters to stop the bleeding,
held out my arm to be a witness, to find some belief,
but... nothing is the truth.
It was all emptiness in the hurt.
If I was to throw a single coin into the ocean, one single coin...
It would take FOREVER to reach you...
the fallen lover in this silent night.
The crimson tides wash upon me, wade in the oceans, truth believer.
I pained on bloodied hands and knees.
I received disease, tasted poison, died... and all for you!
Floating here in the devil eyes, no laughing, there's no nothing.
No longer need your sombre embrace, gracious eve.
Your decaying heart seems... Lifeless.
Now that the oceans are so calm and blue, I have forgotten you.
Magdalena, have you forgotten me?
I have tasted the razor-blade, been wasted
played my part of the prostitute.
Danced at funerals, hide myself behind a veil of equivocation
called out for you, you weren't there.
Walked into the cold waters to stop the bleeding,
held out my arm to be a witness, to find some belief,
but... nothing is the truth.
It was all emptiness in the hurt.
If I was to throw a single coin into the ocean, one single coin...
It would take FOREVER to reach you...
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