Can we ever forgive love for its pain? A tragic poem that forever burns on my brain. The city's sweat is scaring her into her dreams As the songs scream to fill her quiet evening.
Let me, I'll put your words on fire 'til *I care.* *I'll lie here tender 'til I'm* crippled with desire So throw it away from this motherfucking human world. What's the wonder that she lets it *guess her color crying?*
I am not your savior But, I'm crippled with desire.
Let the smile give her everything she needs. I'm the song, the song she doesn't want to sing. Forgive me as, I burn into the evening. I'm known from love, and seek the field of pain.
These words, tearing me and make me bleed. *Where they would see as though you'll come and find me.* Light, it enters and melts away emotion As I watch the sun fuck the ocean, crying:
I am not your savior. But, I'm crippled with desire 'Cause I'm not your savior. Not the wonder. Now I sit here crippled with desire, With desire...with desire.
I am not your savior. But, I'm crippled with desire 'Cause I'm not your savior. Wish that I was. Now I sit here crippled with desire. Crippled with desire.
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