A tragedy of the modern world
Stalks the Earth in broken phases
He doesn't care what begins or ends
He doesn't care what his fury raises
As they watch their love slip through their fingers
And their minutes disappear
They know that this is cursed land
And they never should've been here
Every bend that breaks him
In the light of rapture's moon
The flower's form, it shakes him
She moves again too soon
The daylight bleeds through the broken door
But all it leaves are frigid traces
And urgently he grasps for more
All he holds are empty spaces
Why does he stay here? You might ask
He harms himself for all to see
His grave, his home, and a simple task
To kill his love eternally
As they watch their love slip through their fingers
And their minutes disappear
They know that this is cursed land
And they never should've been here
As they watch their love slip through their fingers
And their minutes disappear
They know that this is cursed land
And they never should've been here
It's her every bend that breaks him
In the light of rapture's moon
The flower's form, it shakes him
She moves again too soon
Eternities withholding
She'll drown inside her tomb
This yearning, never knowing
He'll fade away too soon
Too soon
Your human form in violent void
A sight to see, a sin so sacred
He kills his heart, choice by useless choice
He is a god that doesn't want to make it
There is no sleep in this world of ruin
Only a race towards a certain end
He filled himself with the things you throw away
He tightly clings to the ghosts she sends
It's her every bend that breaks him
In the light of rapture's moon
The flower's form, it shakes him
She moves again too soon
Eternities withholding
She'll drown inside her tomb
This yearning, never knowing
He'll fade away too soon
It's her every bend that breaks him
In the light of rapture's moon
The flower's form, it shakes him
She moves again too soon
Eternities withholding
She'll drown inside her tomb
This yearning, never knowing
He'll fade away too soon
Too soon