Aching Beauty

L'Ultima Ora - Shatter The Shell

Living a cosy, soft existence,
A knot of achievement, a gift of life
A perfect role, immaculate sentence
Warm in the nest, away from any strife

Inhibition losing power at night
Haste growing with a pulsing desire,
Failing faith overtaken at midnight,
Acutely driven by the last hour

Always seek what you are lacking,
As a ruthless natural law
Filling the void of your knowledge
Is still not enough
Craving for relief, better crushed than torn apart,
Leave a life of regrets

(You would trade for remorse)
Leave a life of regrets you would trade for remorse
(You would trade for remorse)
Leave a life of regrets you would trade for remorse

Ebbing behind the scene, flee where perception dies
Leaving the nest, shatter the shell, escape your psychic ties
Cut the knot, drop the role, allow the urge to flow