Your photos were my icons
Your poems were my prayers
I feel myself in irons
Which every convict wears
Ooh… Ideals were mistaken
It's a pity! All the tickets are sold
Ooh… And all the seats are taken
In the circle of your closed perfect world
They say I
Have nothing sacred
I'm rotten whole to the core
You'll see I'm
In love I'm jaded
I don't believe you no more
Today I have no temple
No gods and no religions
But my belief is ample
For all of your predictions
Ooh… They say that I am heartless
'Cause I have no faith in you anymore
Ooh… You'll see that I am harmless
Touch my body and my wounds with a gore
Nothing sacred
© Copyright: Дарья Леоненко, 2006
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