Love as crusaders; fuck as cheats; speak as children
Lovers carve history as tyrants do.
In the end their crimes are forgiven.
In the end they’d be soulmates.
Tyrants taken to the company of sinners
It’ll be hell where they belong
Forgetting a lonely heaven
Testament to their voice its whisper
Grows till nothing can be heard
Beyond the fairytales sung to sleep
Love as prisoners; fuck as prostitutes; speak as parents