The heart says what only the heart knows.
Speaking in a common tongue, speaking through guitars and drums.
And no kinds of love are better than others
Writhe and sway to music's pain searing with asides, caress death with a lover's touch for it shall be your bride.
Over what guilty spirit to not hear the beating, to not hear the beating, but only tears of perfect moan, only tears of perfect moan.
But I'm also talented and I know when I created something great and Perfect Night is something great, no doubt, no but.