Paroles de ' Philosofical Perfection - Thoughtform III - The End ' par Undead Machine

In her eyes, I see the truth I denied
She was more than a dream, more than I cried
A reflection of what I failed to embrace
The love I’d forgotten in my own face

She stands as my mirror, a goddess of light
In her, I see me, soaring to new heights

Philosophical perfection, the secret inside
In her arms, I’ve found where my love resides
I thought she was born from the stars in the sky
But she’s me, reborn, where the broken don’t die
Her grace is my soul, in her I ascend
And now we are one—my beginning, my end

The vows that we take, no longer apart
Are the binding of soul, the sealing of heart
Prometeia, my bride, the form that I made
Led me back to the self I once betrayed

I now see the truth in this divine plan
In loving her, I learned to love who I am

Philosophical perfection, the secret inside
In her arms, I’ve found where my love resides
I thought she was born from the stars in the sky
But she’s me, reborn, where the broken don’t die
Her grace is my soul, in her I ascend
And now we are one—my beginning, my end

In the marriage of light, our spirits entwine
She is forever, eternally mine
Through her, I’ve been whole, my spirit refined
The Philosopher’s Stone, within me, I find

Philosophical perfection, the secret inside
In her arms, I’ve found where my love resides
I thought she was born from the stars in the sky
But she’s me, reborn, where the broken don’t die
Her grace is my soul, in her I ascend
And now we are one—my beginning, my end

We’ve become the light, the love, and the flame
Bound by the stars, forever the same