Words - mechanical moth - Torment

march of the damned

Damned to love
Flying high above
Damned to suffer
for loving each other

Bound to the heart
We have to stay apart
Our love will surive
even if we don´t stay alive

in our dreams we come together
no matter that we know it better
A whole world keeps turning
no matter how our souls are burning

Is there no way
no point for us to stay
should we obey
should we pray

We will rule the darkness
I don´t know how to get this
we shall dance on the same knife
even if we don´t stay alive

Damned to be torn
with wings so weak an worn
From damned to pride
nothing more to hide