I Learned That Every Mortal

A Lover Knows Only Humility, He Has No Choice. He Steals Into Your Alley At Night, He Has No Choice. He Longs To Kiss Every Lock Of Your Hair, Don't Fret, He Has No Choice. In His Frenzied Love For You, He Longs To Break The Chains Of His Imprisonment, He Has No Choice.

Whoever Brought Me Here Will Have To Take Me Home.

My Religion Is To Be Alive From Love.

Through Love, All Pain Will Turn To Medicine.

I Am Weary Of Personal Worrying, In Love With The Art Of Madness.