Songs 4 Hate & Devotion

In my little black dress I have come to confess; that defiance is not what it seems I am covered in dirt and my fingers they hurt; from the women I've tried to appease I am soothing my soul with indulgence and gold; I will bury my face in your loins

London is burning, ignited with love Misunderstanding, descent from above Paris has fallen, the flag has been raised A nation in ruins, once paupers and greats Brothers are fighting, in pleasure and pain There is no rhythm in the ladies of Spain Brus

There is nothing in my heart, that is how i love you There is nothing in my heart, that is how i hate you There is nothing in my heart, that is why i hold you There is nothing in my mind, that is what i think of you This is a song for hate and devoti

Father in Heaven have mercy on me I was lost in the desert of faith and decree The Heavens were crimson, the sand made of gold The madness I witnessed like sperm for my soul I open the secret to see what's inside I try to make sense of the words in m