A pretty face
in the dark,
no one applauds,
no reward.
A man in charge,
letting people suffer,
allows a thing of force to live.
Can we get there together?
It's a genocide,
the world is crying,
the ego falls.
Let me fix your broken wings that need a knife.
You can feel it coming,
your golden skin.
When love is dead,
our love is broken.
Won't go anywhere,
our love is broken here.
And I know nobody
cares when love is, our love is broken.
A
lion's head,
or a human heart,
the sky is torn.
It feels colder than before, we are blind.
Where did we get lost then?
Our love's a thing of course.
Can we get there together?
Can we keep it together?
Can we get there together?
When love is dead,
our love is broken.
Won't go anywhere,
our love is broken here.
When love is dead,
our love is broken.
Our love is broken.
A
wind of change.
A storm within.
To pass away.
Or to begin.
We
stake our claim.
Down the drain.
We drown our pain.
Let's start again.
Let's start again.
Let's start again.