And under beating skies and gleaming hearts
Do we find ourselves torn apart
Gazing into sundered souls
Greaf reaps us at the bell's tolls
A rapture of desire and hate
Born of an apple once ate
A rib torn from its cage
And stabbed into ones heart with rage
I find that though you have hurt me
I still dream of your decree
The one you spoke before we loved
The one you handed to me gloved