Byzantine
Wild beasts
The mask has slipped
The power, the power has tripped
I could be told
a thousand "I love you's" and they'd all be cold
The power, the power has tripped
I could be told
a thousand "I love you's" and they'd all be cold
Is this mechanical love?
It doesn't feel how it should
The world is in flux
But somehow, somewhere we lost the crux
We could be known
To untold peoples and still be so alone
Is this mechanical love?
It doesn't feel how it should
So darling, just hold me like the way you would
You can't console me
without the warmth of your blood
Oh blood, oh blood
oh blood, oh blood, oh blood
Enough is enough
Giving up too much
Enough is enough
Baby, we lost touch
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