Love Is an Obsolete Emotion Songtext
von Vengeur

Virgin Mary,
Hear me.

There′s nothing else to wish other than to be desired
And loneliness burns worse than the infernal fires
I used to think that you are made of steel
Alloy tainted with substances that kill
A deadly surface for decoy

After all
It's not your fault
We have already lost the war

And if we held a truly honest trial
You would be right to blame me for defeat
Life is but a string of blemish
Though
What one should do is want some more


Come here
Write down your name
On this unfinished scenario
Perhaps
We could make its remnants work

Or rather not
I can′t remember anymore
How partners can inspire outpours
Fluid swap by way of lossless advances
Absorbs humidity of airless rest
Vast metropolis of the bed
Enkindles heat no one could soothe

Black is much more beautiful than red
Since there is nothing to conceal
Once we reject the single truth

They taught our hearts to be ashamed
Of what they can reveal
But no one really has to know
And I promise, no one will

Please unclothe your sweating breasts
And stab me deep into the chest

Would you tear my back to shreds?
Don't worry, later
I'll show you how to sculpt the flesh


Get your hand under the ribs
You have already been in there
Behind the pair of injured lungs

Clean out these burned microschemes
Melted diodes and failed resistors
Near the shattered transistor
Repugnant muscle, ironclad
Transfixed by growling rusty nails

It is so difficult to love
When cardiac throbs resemble wails

Annulled signs
Fictitious adherence
Seductive eyes that end in pure appearance

Weak oxygen depleted by your panting
Falls short of strangulated future
In yearning for an ending
He only wished to die under your door

Would I instead
Submit my years and go to war?
I′d die to see if you would mourn

One has to know the taste of loss
For lack of life is so much worse

I guess you wouldn′t, would you?
Perhaps you would, but could you?

You have to make them see me bleed
My failure is their demise
As if no one could foresee
Detachment doesn't set one free

Affection suffers in exhaustion
It is an obsolete emotion

Virgin Mary,
Forgive me.