In our diabolikal rapture we live on and on. And death keeps knocking at our door. So we open the door and we die a bit more. We're in love with with death and we die on and on.
Easy on the eyes, uneasy on the heart. Sew my wrists shut. Sew my wrists shut with hope straight into light. Shining bright I dare you you to dream this.
Is it so hard to believe our hearts. Are made to be broken by love. That in constant dying lies. The beauty of it all. My darling won't you feel. The sweet heaven in.