The night will come
And rip away
Her wings of innocence through every word we say.
Maybe it's time
To spit out the core.
Of our rotting union hopefully before it chokes us
To our senses.

Guess it's too bad,
That everything we have
Is taken away.

Swim in the smoke
The hero will drown.
Intoxicating beauty tears everything down.
But still our hands
Are bound at the wrist.
This romantic tragedy is suffocating from your fist,
In a sea of fire.