Songs 4 Hate & Devotion

In my little black dress I have come to confess; that defiance is not what it seems I am covered in dirt and my fingers they hurt; from the women I've tried to appease I am soothing my soul with indulgence and gold; I will bury my face in your loins

Father in Heaven have mercy on me I was lost in the desert of faith and decree The Heavens were crimson, the sand made of gold The madness I witnessed like sperm for my soul I open the secret to see what's inside I try to make sense of the words in m

There is nothing in my heart, that is how i love you There is nothing in my heart, that is how i hate you There is nothing in my heart, that is why i hold you There is nothing in my mind, that is what i think of you This is a song for hate and devoti

London is burning, ignited with love Misunderstanding, descent from above Paris has fallen, the flag has been raised A nation in ruins, once paupers and greats Brothers are fighting, in pleasure and pain There is no rhythm in the ladies of Spain Brus