quarta-feira, 18 de fevereiro de 2015

Love is word

I was talking to the butterfly
that sat down in my bed today
I don´t know if it could
or not
understand one of my flights
I let my breath tell about my heavens
I set up my rules
hunt for prey
that´s not because you are
but who you have been
you´re here and you´re far
´cause they told about sin
are they be able to drink me?
are they ready to taste my blood?
that´s the real answer
they talk about the King
but they do not know Him
they just kill to wash their mind
they just kill to cash their bind
are they be able to sink me?
are they ready to fast?
I will be
I will be
I´ll be back
Don´t be sad
Love is word
Words are mad

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