It wasn't me,
who you saw falling wasn't me.
Maybe it was a deceitful reflection
that put the dagger in my hand,
it wasn't me, there was someone else there.
In the same place, flower and metal
and a bright flash
that spreads around us.
In the same line, joy and pain
can shout:
"Less smoke and more fire, more, more, more, more!"
It wasn't you,
it was your form that made me fall,
it was your name sung in reverse
the spell that made me swear
that it was you, but there was someone else there.
In the same place, bone and metal
and a bright flash
that spreads around us.
In the same line,
joy and pain
can shout:
"Less smoke and more fire, more, more, more, more!"
I burned
without mercy
every white space and then
there was nothing more,
only noise and sweat, only peace.
In the same place, flesh and metal
and a bright flash
that spreads around us.
In the same line, joy and pain
can shout:
"Less smoke and more fire, more, more, more, more!"