During day, she is locked away
Although in night, she returns with spite
From the depths of depth itself, she awakes herself
No longer holding control, there is nothing to console
In fighting-there is no will, everything tried-she finds thrill
Hatred-yet love, devil-yet dove
Jun 23, 2010
Jun 23, 2010 at 4:15 PM UTC
During day, she is locked away
Although in night, she returns with spite
From the depths of depth itself, she awakes herself
No longer holding control, there is nothing to console
In fighting-there is no will, everything tried-she finds thrill
Hatred-yet love, devil-yet dove