Not proclaim me sweets of the vain

whispered carress will tell and claim

Speak not of the spring's call

but seductively rasp of the coming of fall

Oh, before my radiance is smothered

Oh, before my skin weathers away

our wants, desires uncovering, uncovered

no more repeating days

commit to me

kiss this flesh that's yours

the world blackens, unable to see

we'll forever grope for the door

this human form

this vain rush of blood

And you tell me that, "The stars in your eyes will estinguish"

when fairytales are written by rabbits

and lovers refuse to touch or kiss."

And I tell you, "When my Romeo stops admiring his catch

and stops playing with his food

is when humans will stop worshipping flesh,

and truely and only love our Lord"

Oh, before my radiance is smothered

Oh, before my skin weathers away

our wants, desires uncovering, uncovered

no more repeating days

commit to me

kiss this flesh that's yours

the world blackens, unable to see

we'll forever grope for the door

screaming for the resolve

that we'll never be given

screaming for the resolve

that we'll never be given

fucking screaming for the resolve

that we'll never ever be given!