I tattooed a knife
On my right bicep
To cut through the sky
And slit the throats of the gods

As everything is silent
I redo prayers
Do not be harsh
With the proud

I live on love

My wife is a root
My family is but dust
My friends are the rivers
On which I gently sail

My brother is at the ballet
My house is made of cardboard
Take everything I have
I leave you the tickets

I live on love

I offer you my skin
I offer you my fears
Take all the castles
Take all the mistakes

I keep the cosmos
Close to my heart
And give you back the knife
To spread the butter

I live on love

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