May be once And we became alive They took the corner of your witches Fed them all the same The maker of love for judgements three Hasn't yet appeared to me But then I never wanted more than fate Chased you when you reached out Blades tore all I see And when she's been forsaken, baby Sure it's all not on me So it seems, and so it's came to be Might be the voices frightened So it's got me The weaker of love for judgements three Has finally passed indeed Empty, maybe for a day Chased you when he reached out Flames tore all I see And when she's been forsaked, baby Sure it's all not on me Now they're thrown upon me Tore all my flesh away Real green should have been forsaken Leave me for a day.