Fate Thirteen. Things Will Never Be The Way They Were Before. Preminition Of Our Final Burden. Zeneszám

LET ME IN MELODY SINGING IN PIECES

To satisfaction, to reconcile in a single note
That rolls off the tip of my tongue
Commence the death of my desire

Tomorrow fades into midnight skies
A finch brings our final burden

My satisfaction lives in one soul
One soul to set another free
A bitter peace - a call for war
This mistake pending on my lips
A virtual injection of pleasure
What burns inside will stand forever fast