In this moment, sour Of a loved hour That's our Moment of power And hope Killed in a forever song Resurrected with a **** Long A sound opening the door For a second act... That second act we will all know As your own, An owned moment given to react To a tale's flow Pact Made with the devil to stay wrong, With God to come back to your senses when the bell rung As you wish For a third and last song To be sung, dance To be danced, **** To be long Forgotten in a long hour of hope, Loved power Given with a moment of sour rope.
(I am) The Rope around your neck, Decorating your skin, Completing your outfit In that fashion of elegance Complimenting your beauty.