And all these rests of me you dig into yourselves...
Are just a dead skin are not me...
So build you a house out of my bones...
Stretch you a sky out of my skin...
But there are no stars, there beats no sun...
So move away cause also angels can be ugly...
When they cry for something they can't get...
And all the dreams in which you're dressing up...
Are dirty clouts of my fears...
Are new clothes for the emperor...
Are new clothes for me...
Love is the life and love is a god...
Love is so wickedly...
Love is the life and love is a god...
Love is a false deity...