She was walking down from the top of the mountain
All green and gray
Both life forces created some kind of an eccentric fear
Drunken hearts and drunken souls
All this kind of things...which shows and leads your way.
It's ***greed***, it's blood, utter pain? but nevertheless
all these things which are...and will always make us, all of us, so very unhappy
Yeah you are
You are my messiah
She lifts me up, but you take ***the high***
You really are, you are my messiah
Yeah you bloodless, soulless, heartless, loveless
I'm imagining time being a person or a friend,
a sociopathic value; your son...
which should always creates your views and goals...
But, you know, time will always be your bitch.
Yeah you are, your my messiah
She lifts me up
But you take the high,
You really are your my messiah
Yeah, you're bloodless, soulless,
Heartless
Yeah you are, your my messiah
She lifts me up
But you take the high,
You really are your my messiah
Yeah, you're bloodless, soulless,
Heartless, loveless