Song | Sunday's Words |
Artist | Caliban |
Album | The Split Program |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
What can ever bloom again, when the power to live is missing, dryness sows hate inside of my heart. | |
Fading lust, a flower made of stone, forgotten in being. | |
Broken of life, disintegrated of illusion. | |
The dread lets me feel the force of love, to refuse my power, I hate the thirst of love. | |
It will judge me, judge me until death. | |
Sunday means flesh. |