All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
The seasons
In the grace of your love
I writhe, writhe in pain
In
In our diabolikal rapture, we live on and on
And death
Your world is coming to its end
You don't have to
Your pain ain't love
Can't you see he's the heartless?
Your pain
There are things you should know
The distance between us seems
