Civeta Dei Songtext

Pick up this doll, watch the girl dream.
Cups spill what holds, what holds, what holds tommorrow.
Clenching the fist, raising the brow.
As glass enters the vein.
Justice shines in her dark eyes.
As an amber sky drips a tear upon a sunset.
This is seraplis dream. Ten crowns drop.
Parchment paper crumbles when the curtain falls.
Shade this tribulation in pastels
Silk feelings hurt