I've deciphered what drives us to murder
When otherwise civilised.
A knife turns and twists all
My insides out.
When everyone who surrounds you, has known you,
Or thrown you hidden eyes
Finds you entirely
Divine, well then, what chance have I
To overcome an envy of
Your hitherto loved?
Reader, I like her,
To me her heart she gave
Covered in gold.
I've deciphered what drives us to murder
When otherwise civilised:
A boundless resentment
Toward those you've touched.
When everyone who surrounds you, has known you,
Or thrown you hidden eyes...
I won't require reassurance forever.
What chance have I
To overcome an envy of
Your hitherto loved?
Reader, I like her,
To me her heart she gave
Covered in gold.
Reader, I love her,
To me her life she gave
Covered in gold.
When the knife turns, my soul burns
From a wound of unrivalled, agonising shame
Of myself, but for her
I will endure it.
