A history of the world is written on the softness of your lips I can taste the age of your soul Cultures and civilizations run deep in your blood Your tears are those of loved ones as they lose a loved one in battle Your laugh echoes in the halls of Olympus When the gods hear it, they freeze These gods are nothing under the pressure of your thumb
Your hair stands like a temple Pillars and pillars sprout from your scalp They whisper the secrets of the holy men that prayed for safety As I did It was my temple too Alas beliefs change and evolve The temple became deserted leaving me under the mercy of its toppling roof All that remained of you is a ruin These gorgeous pillars perished into rubble Your ground was never this dusty I tried to move your temple to my safehouse But the demons that live there will not leave you at peace They will take your temple and tear it down Even the ruin is too dangerous to keep "It must break" they say And I can't tell if they're talking about a pillar or my heart
Bless your innocent soul for thinking I was someone worthy of you Bless my naive heart for believing that I could guard your temple But not only my demons, your demons were the enemy too Both armies joined forces Weaponry and machinery never used before in the battlefield And all we had was a rope The enemy tied the rope around us Froze our eyes open As we watched the temple kneel on its knees