Written by P. L. Cobb
I’ve been so distracted lately
Love (with its multitude of fangs)
Has become a chore
(An unwanted mess, by a cruel goddess)
Bless me without eternal fire
(And your cold ire)
Grant me this one desire
(Free me from your third eye
Spare me from your truth, I long for my lie
Save me from your beastly heart,
If death must do us part,
So be it)
Love
Love
(Love me no more)