She lives in a fairy tale
Somewhere too far for us to find

Forgotten the taste and smell
Of the world that she's left behind
It's all about the exposure the lens I told her
The angles were all wrong now
She's ripping wings off of butterflies
Keep your feet on the ground
When your head's in the clouds

I am a dying God, coming into human flesh.

6ª feira finalmente irei retomar meu lado humano...

Finnaly...