Her eyes flare up like a distant bonfire,
her skin flushes with warm blood, when she retires
after each time she breaks a poor lover's heart
The radiance that fills her atmosphere,
the pride to have broken hearts far and near
decorate her soul like trophies of the war of hearts
But behind the veil of this killer iron maiden
underneath that glorious fire and well hidden
she has a weak side for me,
she still loves me
and that is what burns her up.
Trading love is easier than selling out your lover
The world never rewards a betrayer
Selling Joseph for Nasseriah's Gold
was never a profitable trade
The world never rewards a betrayer
The fire now burns up her eyes,
the blood that flushed her face, surprised!?
now heat up her brain, she's going insane
The pride that gave her power, gave her speed
betrays her now, in the time of need
and thoughts of the haunted broken hearts bring her pain
Going insane?
Gone insane!
But behind the cloak of this killer iron maiden
underneath that glorious fire and well hidden
It is my love that burns her soul
cause she still loves me
"the sold out lover"
Trading love is easier than selling out your lover
The world never rewards a betrayer
Selling Joseph for Nasseriah's Gold
was never a profitable trade
The world never rewards a betrayer
Payman Abdali
November 30th, 2012
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