Set my urgency In dreams you come to me Jesus was my son Was not for you, if nor for you
Passion frailty I see it more romantically, tonight What's the body which you want to live tought Your soul to god, your flesh for me
Trashing the beauty Trashing the beauty Trashing the beauty
We should meet sometimes on a never ending stike do you think we'll ever meet For real
One last frozen glance In tender bloodshot embrance I see the struggle, i see the struggle I see her dying on becoming alive
Trashing the beauty Trashing the beauty Trashing the beauty Trashing the beauty Trashing the beauty Trashing the beauty Trashing the beauty Trashing the beauty