fourthh.love Songtext
von Weeping Wound

Mother, please, can you visit?
I′ll give you a new body
Manifest into existence
Familiar taste of rotting
In clean golden flesh

When you arrive, I offer penance; a connective gift
But sympathy burns this deep, are never meant to live
Hold on so tight
The drug consumed our minds
Do we even exist when we feel alive?
Erupt, reform, return
You're a fragment of me
Meant to take away

We are one with the endless wait

Is it in vain to think of warmth?
There′s sorrow in the words
Pain's worth the wait


Am I worth the pain?

Ceremonial crush of my confidence
Rely on lush, intertwine with relief instead
It's drink to lip, embrace the everlasting crush

It is death, it is death
The endless wait
It is life, is this life?
The endless wait
Is it in vain to think of us?
There′s sorrow in the words
Pain′s worth the wait

Nothing, everything
Fourth love, waiting
Nothing, everything
Fourth love, waiting


Worship, waiting
Fourth love, waiting
Nothing, everything
Fourth love, waiting