Crystal life from theorem by theorem

She ‘s trying to call
For help
‘Cause she just failed
And She’s crying to death
And waiting for our minds
To be sane

My heart
Is made of crystal
Every scream
Is like a pistol (shot)
If you’re quiet
Then you can hear
The sound of my love
I’m your slave and you’re my lord

But her face
Stays closed and deaf
As a dead smile
To my lover’s eye
And I
I’m slowly dying
Holding the hand
Of a ghost
A piece of my past

My heart
Is made of crystal
Every scream
Is like a pistol (shot)
If you’re quiet
Then you can hear
The sound of my love
I’m your slave and you’re my lord

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