the obsessive devotion
epica
don't you ever bring yourself to grief
don't you think that you can lie to me
fortuna exprimitur artibus falsis
et mendacem memorem esse oportet
i feel only misery for myself when i
look through the eyes of someone else
don't you choke and bind me
don't be a bleeding heart
fold then walk away or play your cards
fortuna exprimitur artibus falsis
et mendacem memorem esse oportet
i feel only misery for myself when i
look through the eyes of someone else
i can't even recognize the path which has to be
taken to enter infinity. -don't you dare me
fortuna exprimitur artibus falsis
et mendacem memorem esse oportet
i prefer to be unhappy with you
rather than being depressed without you. i belong to someone
nothing lasts forever but you
you do. i prefer to be a liar just like you
to fulfill my deepest desires
but all that i desire is you
one thoughtless moment passes in slow motion
i realise that. all i wish is to get rid of this obsessive devotion
i have raised myself for you