Rotting Lovers, Withering Flow-Beyond The Dream

That is not fear in my eyes* I just, want to see love tonight... Love, safe from the world Love, saved & buried I remember them, I once knew Two became one, their journey was just began On the path I would never find, but I could find them At the end of the path, I will never find... Here I'm standing bravely above them Mud on my hands, I am, almost there Here I'm standing bravely, above them With a thousand roses I did bring. Watching proudly, they're embracing before me Sweetly rotting lovers on the withering flowers Man who's used, abused and without the Muse Feels himself, finally fulfilled. Watching proudly, now they are embracing before me Maybe I won't leave them, maybe I will keep them. Maybe I will never lay them into rest again Disdain was mine while walking thin line and when The line ends or bends my way into dark - I'll be the perfect mark! For them who'll travel my steps into depths, here's no room for tears But I was weak, I was weak and I wept. Here I standing bravely, above them Mud on my hands, I am, almost there Here I standing bravely, above them Blood on my hands, the same color as the, roses I did bring. Watching their bodies, rotting slowly from inside The expiration dates of them has been long time ago passed by Still this is the only thing I want to remember! Watching proudly, they're embracing before me Sweetly rotting lovers on the withering flowers Man who's used, abused and without the Muse Feels himself, finally fulfilled... Watching proudly, now they are embracing before me Maybe I won't leave them, maybe I will keep them. Maybe I will never lay them into rest again Disdain was mine, while walking thin line and when The line ends or bends my way into dark - I'll be the perfect mark For them who'll travel my steps into depths here's no room for tears But I was weak, I was weak and I wept...