The Lower

Withdrew her hands and said 'enough'
Come to find out we’re on the cusp us dust
To busy trying to find love
Where did i go wrong on path trust? lost, gone
Was silhouetted by the tears
A native dim, the end is near oh no!
Enlight this room my chandelier
Please take me back with all your fears don’t go
So don’t cry, don't cry
And i will gladly kiss the tears
Whoa black skin, white mask
Believe this magic disappear
Don’t cry, don't cry
Though i will gladly kiss the tears
More fire this time
Believe in what we have here
C’est l’ennui mais bienvenu
Knew i was sent to dance for you, encore
With every little step we take
You see me running open gate dont close
Don’t cry, don't cry
And i will gladly kiss the tears
Whoa black skin white mask
Don’t cry, dont cry
Though i will gladly kiss the tears
More fire this time, believe in what we have here
We are the children of the low, low, lower