I would paint a picture,
But it will be words coming out.

I would love and come to talk
But my mouth will zip,
by the time I even open the door.

I would be willing to express an emotion
But bring you a hanger,
so you can pull it out from my throat.

I would say I'd love to prove a point
But then forget what it was even for.

I would think there are many ways to go
But then walk on the same road.

I think I know what I would like to do next
But my brain has gone for a stroll.

There shall be a feast
Vultures flying around
Picking on your brains
But no, that's just not enough for them
No, it's not enough

There shall be a feast
Jackals running around
Looking for carcass
But no, it's nowhere to be found
Nowhere to be found

There shall be a feast
People blab about
So many fears to be fed
And it's perfectly enough
Oh, perfectly enough

There shall be a feast
A monk thinking out loud
With no hunger and no guilt
He enjoys the sunlight
Shining on his veins

My soul is meant to be free
They may fly along with me
And so they say, but I can see
They want to hit the ground again
They wanna be with me
But I belong only to the sky I'm breathing in
I am free, I am free

The greatest love story ever told
The biggest tragedy to unfold
It is between the Devil and God Himself.
Humans are their last hope.
It is only through humans
They can be once more a whole.
Purest love and most terrifying hatred.
In the end
They both just wish they could make it.

Let me do a magic trick for you
Watch closely,
It might pass right by you
Watch as I search through my pockets
For loyalty, devotion and just a sprinkle of trust
Watch as I find nothing
There once was a brat who turned them all into
Dust.