Tell me a story
One that will make me believe
Birth me again
From want instead of need
Living a lie makes me think that your real
I don't want do die, I don't want to feel
Passion and Warfare; are songs from above
Searching for truth as pure as your love
Take me to heaven
And make from your womb me a bed
Lay me to rest
Whisper sweet nothings instead
You gave me my life, gave me your son
Replaced what was lost with something wanton
Your eyes hold the truth, but you'll never tell
The reason of why from grace that I fell
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