Crimson Fantasy von Aktionismus ================================================================================ Kapitel 2: Pt. 2 ---------------- My love ain't crimson And her heart seals away the shame Don't call me stupid, not like men never be the same again Stuck in this melancholy terrain Forms were used to change this place And this silence remains We've been created; our own race and in her crimson eyesight She rages through the ocean On this world, in this town her weight Wrestles down an emotion About the way she loves me It is a fake; ain't a lie Shuttered into debris And let me wonder why She confirms the slowest way Damage and suicide I never caught a single ray It has too much pride In the garden of wasted time I never even saw her face And my life is on the line But I'm barely erased I can imagine blood, everywhere around On this crimson pavement Where to find this bleeding wound? Nearest to the scar that won't mend And an injury causes fantasy She won't feed the crowd Her mood looks lazy Nothing but a crown So she blamed the world For her guts of combining shell and soul All this weight on her shoulder She swallows whole Worthiness as small as sand Scales and it's worth She has a last hand to lend And they both Resume, this endless tale No return Sitting on the scale When will we learn Therefore a crisis Caught, surrender About this woman and mice Nothing linked to the gender To be ashamed of resisting her No mercy for her shell, for a will to force us Why don't we care? Turn her feather into dust No flaming wing to cross the line No rules above, incessant innocence Emblaze her dreams of a better time Let us start our chase For a world easy to understand Our ignorance in front of her deepest dream So we lost our demand Without her? Where would we've been? A home, a life, a state to care for No dignity to suffer pride A home, a life, a state but we want more No dignity to swallow whole Hosted by Animexx e.V. (http://www.animexx.de)