THE FUNERAL OF HEARTS ;
She was the wind, carrying in all the troubles and fears you've for years tried to forget. He was the fire, restless and wild, and you were like a moth to that flame. The heretic seal beyond divine. A prayer to a god who's deaf and blind. The last rites for souls on fire. Three little words and a question: why? Love's the funeral of hearts and an ode for cruelty. When angels cry blood on flowers of evil in bloom.