Triumph of Love
You say there is no truth
Then why do you say it like it's true?
In this century of blood
We are lost symbols of love
I hang onto your every word
Like you're a despotic God assured
But what do you mean when you say
I am not who you are
A lie
You offer only one reply
"I know not who I am"
But my thoughts are spirals always unclear
And it keeps coming back
to this meaning that I lack
and I wonder, who am I to think
that art could save a wretch like me
Ideologies I pretend become my sanity
Love is no virtue just a vanity
I sink into my expressive appeal
Hoping it will all become clear, but it fails
I know not who I am
Just a sketch of me
So I stand at Gods door
and i hear the voices from the cathedral
When they blend they sound like angels
So I raise my voice hoping to reach them
but the range is too high way up in heaven
So I hold my tongue
Forget the song
Tie my shoe keep moving on
I hope someday
I may find
a sense of meaning that can't be combined
With these hateful words and ruined minds
That my friends all seem is theirs and mine
but not me
I am free
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