"𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚"
We are all younger Eves and Adams
Just leaves and atoms
Stuffed with star dust, And skin that’s satin Eyes pure white, And hearts that blacken Seeking a drunken cure for our fucking sadness Sleepless nights, Our heart’s a fraction We are either Thieves or knights When we take action, Those who steel and those who fight Neither win, nor neither right Fields plagued with death, in the dead of night Deep breath No ones left, On the horizons light So how can anyone be alright? (all right) The truth is quite a clear abstraction