Set my urgency
In dreams you come to me
Jesus was my son
Was not for you, if nor for you

Passion frailty
I see it more romantically, tonight
What's the body which you want to live tought
Your soul to god, your flesh for me

Trashing the beauty
Trashing the beauty
Trashing the beauty

We should meet sometimes
on a never ending stike
do you think we'll ever meet
For real

One last frozen glance
In tender bloodshot embrance
I see the struggle, i see the struggle
I see her dying on becoming alive

Trashing the beauty
Trashing the beauty
Trashing the beauty
Trashing the beauty
Trashing the beauty
Trashing the beauty
Trashing the beauty
Trashing the beauty