I am free.
My feet may be wounded,
But I can still use my wings.

The only passion I posses
Dresses like the devil
Adorned with anger
Dripping with jewels of jealousey

She bathes in tsunamis,
Stirs her tea with tornadoes
Each step is an earthquake
Every breath is thunder

I give her the key to my kingdom
She rules my Temple of temper
The only part of me that's still alive

mon coeur est triste.
mon esprit est mort.
mon monde est vide.