I've deciphered what drives us to murder When otherwise civilised. A knife turns and twists all My insides out. When everyone who surrounds you, has known you, Or thrown you hidden eyes Finds you entirely Divine, well then, what chance have I To overcome an envy of Your hitherto loved? Reader, I like her, To me her heart she gave Covered in gold.
I've deciphered what drives us to murder When otherwise civilised: A boundless resentment Toward those you've touched. When everyone who surrounds you, has known you, Or thrown you hidden eyes... I won't require reassurance forever. What chance have I To overcome an envy of Your hitherto loved? Reader, I like her, To me her heart she gave Covered in gold. Reader, I love her, To me her life she gave Covered in gold.
When the knife turns, my soul burns From a wound of unrivalled, agonising shame Of myself, but for her I will endure it.