Mirror Mask
On hearts: he smokes when rhymes are gone
Love breaks though mirrors and reflects
She paints illusions and suspects
I’d better wait for you in-caged
Without an aim to be engaged
How aged are you, my apple pie,
No time for us — no clue to die
I look in mirrors seeing God
He is so-called Da Vinci code
How dare you to get through walls
At times of dreams with trumpet calls?
Love pulls and thrills upon the air
We breath cold vanity of fair
Love heals, heads falling over heels
She kills and feels his midnight deals
You’d rather sing me lullaby
Forgiving taste of wet badbye
How old am I, your little cell?
I fall asleep — you cast a spell…
I look in mirrors seeing God
He is so-called Da Vinci code
How dare you to get through walls
At times of dreams with trumpet calls?
Love hurts and hangs a heavy stone
On hearts: he smokes when rhymes are gone
Music Video https://youtu.be/_I9srU8WL9w?si=i9__01MiVHIJ0DnD
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