I have no heritage I suppose
The gentlest hearts are never warm to despair
I shall yell all day at my heart
For my heart has no heritage as well;
Oh bloody simple is the case
I handle my warm badge between the stakes
And how high are the stakes
When the light is fueled?
For my fuse is fueled at all times
Oh the loving times have not changed
For I am sick of love, and I am faint
Faint is the glory that spills my name
All over this bloody arm
For it is faint of the lilies,
The lilies that tell time
For time is just an appearance
I have no saying in the matter
Oh tell me love, what do you represent?
For there is no such thing as a perfect fit
The perfect fit of all harmonies
Thou hast no lies
In thy Vegas paradise
Oh Tim, what does it mean to be a gentle soul?
Will you die for your love
Or will you eat it in vain?
Love\'s drama affects us all
To the wise there is no rushing wall
I carry your heart with me
But at what cost?
For your roaming philanthropy
Is dying a bit.