Prayer Of Sorrow کے بول

Imploring visage An invisible barbed wire has encircled your wrist Leading you to an irrepressible scandal of sincerity I will quench your eyelids forever, so that you stop feeding yourself with others' memory Presage of intimate speeches and of obscure and obsessive fantasies Unavoidable condemnation, complicity, extraneousness I will never know your truth, nor you mine. We will always be uncertain about life. Bold human beings with severe look, who climb the mountains of loneliness Trembling in the panic of desertion we librate in the luxury of a bitter calyx To know the secret of love that doesn't ask anything I don't want to be forced to laugh just to gratify you I want to startle in a harmonious discretion To dance in the funereal garden of roses , to deny a divided god To say the prayer of sorrow, to lose myself in an angelic orgasm.