Lyrics: alyshialynn
Music: alyshialynn
Like an oracle it has a sense of what it wants
And like an oracle it hides behind a riddle
That I can’t interpret but I can’t quench this feeling
Lost my sight in wine-colored desire
We are a pair of antitheses
Like two cocks in a pit, woah
Hatred has burnt our bridges to ashes
So we affected, instead of affection
What is compromise but an excuse for truce
Are you the usual liar or telling the truth
So, Little Lion, or the Caeserion
I could‘ve thought of you better than I do
We don’t have no personal dissensions
Albeit the many slights we intend for to hurt
It’s hard to imagine the war has been ended
When in nights still we lay alert
Takes more than we think to separate
Hate from love, or is it the other way
Cause every time we came face to face
Our head and heart start to debate
Like an oracle love never reveals itself
And like an oracle it’s sometimes manipulated
By ambitious politicians pushing for their ideals
Burn it up, like letters in fire bright
Petty arguments pitted against each other
Pessimist fought the Philosopher in his tower
Only Don Quixote would dream it forever
Ever, and evermore
What is compromise but an excuse for truce
It’s true that the liar could be telling the truth
Pretend to never have understood
Cause your voice is prettier to listen to