Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Innocence In A Sense

I can't spend another night without your pulse
Touching mine making moments out of ghosts
These walls are spinning grinning at your bed
They want a show and they won't stop until we're dead

Our gods are useless
We must prove to them
That we are more than human
We are revolution

Break the heavens down
They can't contain us now
We never needed any faith
To keep us on the ground

Your pulse my pulse it's music now
My sin your skin I love the sound
In love in death we live somehow
One night tonight lets make it loud

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