Trashing the Beauty - Blind Zero

Set my urgency

In dreams you come to me

Jesus was my son

Was not for you, if not for you

Passion frailty

I see it more romantically, tonight

What’s the body wich you want to live trough

Your soul to God, your flesh for me

Trashing the beauty

We should meet sometime

On an never ending strike

Do you think we’ll ever meet

For real

One last frozen glance

In tender bloodshot embrace

I see the struggle, I see the struggle

I see her dying on becoming alive

Trashing the beauty