Sunday’s Words lyrics
by Caliban
What can ever bloom again, when the power to live is missing, dryness sows hate inside of my heart
Fading lust, a flower made of stone, forgotten in being
Broken of life, disintegrated of illusion
The dread lets me feel the force of love, to refuse my power, I hate the thirst of love
It will judge me, judge me until death
Sunday means flesh