Funeral of Hearts - William Control

Love’s the funeral of hearts

An ode for cruelty

When angels cry blood

On flowers of evil in bloom

The funeral of hearts

And a plea for mercy

When love is a gun

Separating me from you

She was the sun

Shining upon

The tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail

He was the moon

Painting you

With it’s glow so vulnerable and pale

Love’s the funeral of hearts

And an ode for cruelty

When angels cry blood

On flowers of evil in bloom

The funeral of hearts

And a plea for mercy

When love is a gun

Separating me from you

She was the wind, carrying in

All the troubles and fears you’ve for years tried to forget

He was the fire, restless and wild

And you were like a moth to that flame

The heretic…