Hurt.
Unfathomed Fate.
Awaiting one's soulmate.
Immortal in my mind,
"never be unkind",
he'd said "Darling, dry your eyes,
your tears are no disguise"
"WHERE ARE YOU!?!" I scream
Into the psychic void, the abyss,
Bruised and broken, I dream
Yearning for your kiss
Yearning for "silence"
Something gentle, some form of "peace"
I cannot leash this rage
Cannot channel its release
Through hurt and unfathomed fate,
"Witch" has learnt to hate.
A hatred that freezes,
A hate of no age,
Hatred that teases
an insatiable rage.
Through hurt and unfathomed fate,
"Witch" has learnt to hate.
- No one wants me for me,
Submit to violence, be torn apart.
They only want the body,
Sustain a silence, no one wants your heart.
And now the game is all too familiar,
Same lies, same eyes, same places.
Pretty poison, they'll feel my heart of ice,
As I rake my nails down their lustful faces.
Through hurt and unfathomed fate,
"Witch" has learnt to hate.
- Mistress Molko 2007