Consumed
ZwanUnchanged, unmade
Were it so
Devoured by rust
[?], oh
Distaste my trust
Assume now without fear
Cruel and rough
So coarse in your hand
Resume i must
It's too much
Come near
To split you up
The fragments tear
I refrain
In no slight word
With no small deed left to clean
With all good hearts
Make good speed
Underneath the best
You lie ashamed
A rose upon your breast
It seems the same
So measure by the hour
Am i really here
The curtains drawn to shade
Your soul
So say you hear
Appear anew
Another charge
This rush of sage
Tortures divine
Made so strange
So please i must appease
And forget what was started
The seed is in the road
You must have known
And underneath the best
You like ashamed
A rose upon your breast
Nothing's changed
So measure by the hour
Am i really here
The curtains drawn to shade
Your soul
Underneath the best
You lie ashamed
Underneath the best
You lie ashamed
The rose upon your breast
Am i really here