Testo Fatal Flaw

Love is a sort of madness
I can imagine huffing
I have no art
In other lives, in other lives

Martyrs groan
But I will not sigh
All the universe melts away I will not sigh

I will not sigh
Your soul is sound
Your soul is sound

Your fatal flaw
Your fatal flaw
Your fatal flaw
Your fatal flaw
Your imagination
No imagination

Love is a sort of deadly night shade
It makes your eyes bright, enticified Sound shifts in time
Love divine, love divine

Warp speed, lightening
Love, gone with the stars
All hallucination

Your fatal flaw
Your fatal flaw
Your fatal flaw
Your fatal flaw
Your imagination
No imagination

Love is forgiveness
Love is forgiveness
Love is forgiveness
Love is forgiveness
Love is forgiveness
Love is forgiveness
Love is forgiveness
Love is forgiveness

In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end