A prisoner of surviving
I wasted my life
Wintering on the seasides
We were never going home
It was golden Genesis in a dome
Blooming like a blood wound
Pietà I was drinking moon juice
I was just trying to survive too
The lantern of the ages
Had me hanging
We were never going home
I was the changeling child
Like the Pietà I made suffering my pride
Darkness in the lantern of ages
Blooming as a blood wound
Pietá of the midnight coasts
Opium eater on the god-shore
I made suffering my door
Changeling child dreaming away time
Who will rival me
In annihilating beauty
The moon kept her eye on me
Like I was jewel of the deep
Dreaming of moonshine
Days steeped into nights
We survived the sieges
Through flood through fire
It was desire that had me
Hanging me like a lantern at the seaside
I wouldn't cry
I wouldn't cry
The days steeped into nights
Blizzards of Time I wintered by the seasides
We met when the wandering water moon was in flight
And it killed me it killed me trying to survive
I was a ghost a dream fearing dissolution
And we were going home soon
To dream away the time
It was survival that lit up
Like desire to me
Our destiny was dying and it was rising
It was fear that lit up
Like survival to me
There was a celebration in the throne room
But Nobody was home
Like a Pietá of the midnights
In the ashes of the Earth
We prayed it was metamorphosis
Because it was killing us
It was killing us
The divinity of desire
There were decapitated violets in Paradise
It was hard to remember why we did it
Grandeur of the god-shore
But I was bored of beholding it
While there was a celebration in the throne room
The sorrows we thought they were Proverbs
Cassandra with prophecy as a nightshade
I invoked diviner things
Rose of oblivion
There was a celebration in the throne room
I didn't intend to go
Prophecy was a night shade
And I remember
How they had Cassandra slayed