paroles de chanson Heretic Dreams - My Ruin
Myths
are
flowers
of
imagination
They
grow
freely
fed
by
mystery
Watered
by
our
hopes
and
faith
in
metaphor
Dressed
up
in
the
truth
They
beautifully
adorn
Gardens
of
our
minds
reborn
Resurrected
from
the
past
we
left
behind
Religion
Just
like
superstition
Is
the
weed...
that
strangles
reason
Blood
is
beauty
flowing
from
the
veins
Of
inspiration
to
our
hearts
Beating
as
our
dreams
and
real
life
collide
Decorated
in
our
sins
We
shed
our
skins
strengthen
our
lungs
Breathe
and
kill
the
demons
with
the
magic
of
our
tongues
Religion
Just
like
superstition
Is
the
weed...
that
strangles
reason
The
image
of
the
lord
has
been
replaced
By
a
mirror
and
the
Devil′s
face
A
virtuous
heretic
shall
be
saved
Before
a
wicked
Christian
preys
Religion
Just
like
superstition
Is
the
weed...
that
strangles
reason
Religion
Just
like
superstition
Is
the
weed...
that
strangles
reason
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