I have always wanted to know, all is love and yearning
silent child spoke long ago.
the charming moon told me
coughed a thought without a sound, in the heart of Asia
Called it faith, then hit the ground,
all in all its burning
Sick inside these weary eyes,
Mother of God have mercy
Is it love or is it kill?
Will it come, please tell me.
Honey words for the souls that are cursed
severed tongues cry guilty
Fools and shapes of all things to come
curtsy hearts have mercy
Jackals grabbed my cut off hands
severed tongues cry guilty

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