1.32.

I have accepted
the insanity
of having this
beautiful mind

I am Pandora
I let myself
out of the box
To answer
every question
of the paradox

Follow me
I'll show you
how to
level up

I can see
the old world
memories
Written first
page in every
book

Death is only
the
beginning

My name?
Is a name
still a name
if the translation
is lost?

Call me the prophecy
foreseen
in a fiddlers
dream

As I stand
under the burning
dead tree

Layer by
layer
I'm digging
my own grave
Trying to find
the love
I lost

To lay
by his side
Naked skeletons
watch how our
bodies entwine

On our
gravestone
written in
gold
So even in
then it is
known our flesh
is more valuable
then yours

Love is never lost

With my death
Shoot me up with
lithium
Wrap me in silk
Engrave my name in
your skin

Deep down in
the bleeding
ground

That is where
My Man
is found