My dear, I believe in everything,
In justified wars,
Really, I believe in everything
In lies, in truths
But not in you.
Slowly, I'm selling my dreams for fornication
Just like burden,
When you don't fly, wings are only disturbing
My dear, I believe in everything,
in fate readers,
magics and spells,
all those gods,
but not in you.
Slowly, I'm selling my dreams for fornication
Just like burden,
When you don't fly, wings are only disturbing