Diorama - Pale

Will you bear my everlasting sorrow Will you suppress my indifference Holy nail in my coffin Holy queen of my illusions Feeling pale like the moon above me Here I am nude and immortal Leave a tear on my pillow My final resting place my comfort Talk to me lie to me Comfort me lie to me Still I'm dying to believe That I have lost the air to breathe Beloved failure has left A thousand scars forevermore Behind there masquerades and faces Faith is longing for forgiveness And is the truth Another fiction of you Can you sing Can you raise the dead Shall I live for a hazy silhouette Fill my eyes with your splendor Like glassy jewels falling down on you Your divinity tastes like perjury And deception means the end Can you feel Can you feel the burden A sacred heart is longing for