Souls untied and free.
All the push and pull is over now.
Another jumped and fleed, to and from another.
Wow! What a waste of love!
Such a taste of love!
I smell cruel fake love,
A curse of great seed.
Oh, what love? from above?
In this world doesn’t exist,
The love we have now is.
When we show up at your funeral,
When we finally see your body cold and numb,
When we spit inside your coffin,
And finally say “Ashes to ashes”,
“Dust to dust”
“It was never going to last”
All we ever went for was lust
We all only did for “just”.
Justice ain’t served properly in this world
Oh, what love from above!
I curse that great seed.
Jealousy lives where it’s not free
Free souls don’t feel tied
Lovers don’t feel tired with the word “love”,
Lovers get drunk and sink in too deep.
A little bit too deep for the pain
Where there’s no gain,
But games.
A little bit too deep for not feeling free,
A bit cheaper to go to jail for.
There’s no escaping in this jail,
Only you can bail yourself out.
This love ain’t free.