To live is the strangest of
feelings; it makes you desire so
many things
The love and defiance
of being alive
The lovers have
stopped to believe; conviction is
no longer needed
The feeling of
pain it makes us alive
Hate is
the strangest of feelings; it
gives you so many things
The love
and desire to feel and
believe
The children destroy just
to see; a reason has never been
needed
They hurt just to feel
that they are alive
To live is the
strangest of feelings; it makes
you desire so many things
The love and defiance of being
alive
The lovers defile to be
pleased; compassion is no longer
needed
In bondage they feel that
they are conceived
The
passion and fire of love is
complete
The fire of life is
complete; it makes us conceive so
many things
The life we desire
corrodes while we dream
To
live is the strangest of feelings;
it makes you desire so many
things
The love and defiance of
being alive
The lovers have
stopped to believe; conviction is
no longer needed
The feeling of
pain it makes us alive
Hate is
the strangest of feelings; it
gives you so many things
The love
and desire to feel and
believe
The fire of life is
complete; it makes us conceive so
many things
The life we desire
corrodes while we dream
