phantom myths

 

Tell me, honey, aren't we all made of myths?

Under those lies you told me,
Under your dark knight costume,
There were layers of truth—
Layers of truth.

Carrying sins for centuries,
You avoid facing them under the name of destiny.
We danced in the fantasy of each other,
Only to realize how painfully ordinary we are.

At your lustful soul,
At my sinful body,
We're descendants of sinners, and we birth sinners.
Then what really matters?
Just pour all your anger on me, on this sheet.

Did you feel a single thing when my tears bled on your body?
Did you feel the emptiness between us,
When the sunrise comes, I can only hold you like a mother, heart in pain—
My hero, my king, my Zeus.

Look into my eyes—do you know, beneath those myths,
It’s my heart that craves your love?
Tell me you love me.
You’d jump through flames for me,
Till the day your body is burnt to ashes on the pyre...
You will still love me.

At your lustful soul,
At my sinful body,
We're descendants of sinners, and we birth sinners.
Then what really matters?
Just pour all your anger on me, on this sheet.