zen
03-26-2008, 02:00 AM
Rushing to the slaughter
like little lambs off a cliff
one by one
you kill them
There love stricken bodies
fall to the ground
But no regret in their eyes
Your love has poisoned their logic
they see only happiness
in the abyss of your love
in the immortal doom
that will surely be their end
yet they run like hungry animals
to your call
your embrace of death
your deadly love
like little lambs off a cliff
one by one
you kill them
There love stricken bodies
fall to the ground
But no regret in their eyes
Your love has poisoned their logic
they see only happiness
in the abyss of your love
in the immortal doom
that will surely be their end
yet they run like hungry animals
to your call
your embrace of death
your deadly love