Wednesday, 11 December 2019

Here is The Sun

“Junkies and masochists and hookers, and those who have squandered everything are the ring of brightest angels around heaven." 

It's a war baby, this life.
The things we endure.
You said you saw the future, and it's an apocalypse.

Who survives that the lovers or the fighters? 

They sell us this lie that love's gonna save us.
All it does is make us stupid and weak.


Look at me.
Love isn't gonna save us.
It's what we have to save.
Pain makes us strong enough to do it.
All our scars, our anger, our despair 

It's armor.

Baby, God loves the sinners best 'cause our fire burns bright, bright, bright.

Burn with Me.

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