Death To The Renaissance
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, light the darkness end of days... 🎨
The Birth of Venus by Italian artist Sandro Botticelli
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
light the darkness end of days.
Clock strike midnight you go away,
because every soul has a price to pay.
So who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Let is go then you and I,
under guiding light from the stars above.
While evening is spread out against the sky,
we will fly to places we know not of...
Singing who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Observe too much and go insane,
but not enough and you'll just live in pain.
With every drink your thirst remains,
because without a source you've got no domain.
So who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Love me, love me, love me, please.
Love me, love me, love me,
You love, it's me you love, it's me you love!
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Our roads diverge in this lonely wood,
where the time speeds up as we slow down.
You try to do it for some greater good,
but the voices wake us and then we drown.
Saying who did you love?
Who could you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?