Lyrics The Imaginary Stigma - A Wish, A Song, A Fire

Heavy sky upon our graves
Flowers flooded by the tears
Of those who we loved
Here a miracle turns to infection
A song turns to snake
If we love, we hate
Such a compliment for you…

You like the sun
And when I see you
You burn down the retina of my eyes

Dreaming of glory as a tornado
Which will throw me up on a cloud
Where wild burning horses in the sky
Ask me to ride them
Such a compliment for you…

Singer of emptiness
Sweep me under a carpet
Singer of emptiness
I am
A wish a song a fire
A wish a song a fire