Hearts Free Of Scars
Love is given to corruption so easily
Dark heart nectar with the rush of feeling free
Going home and only ghosts echo within
Love is easily given to the darkest of sins
Deep waters and I feel my last stand wavering
Breathing quicker and the fires flicker in defeat
Beyond a fightback, impossible to save
Do I go forward to the light, or behind me to retreat
Naive and not yet weary of the world
Another love story twisted to sorrow
Bearing no scars and the flesh is pure
Dumb love unknowing of horror
We're so easily given to fairytales
And our hearts weep in longing for a fantasy
Our minds open wide ready to sail
Our souls surrender themselves to fantasy
Naive and not yet weary of the world
Another love story twisted to sorrow
Bearing no scars and the flesh is pure
Dumb love unknowing of horror
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