When the clock stands still,
I open the pit, my hypocritical lips that has been sealed.
A simple kiss, an act of love turned to a serpents needs,
trespassing your beliefs.
Eager for death, At the end of time.
Our breath will smell the same to the divine.
I will be you, You will be I,
Symbolizing there will be no future to our child.
In the center of space we leave our tribulations aside...
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 9:09 AM UTC
When the clock stands still,
I open the pit, my hypocritical lips that has been sealed.
A simple kiss, an act of love turned to a serpents needs,
trespassing your beliefs.
Eager for death, At the end of time.
Our breath will smell the same to the divine.
I will be you, You will be I,
Symbolizing there will be no future to our child.
In the center of space we leave our tribulations aside...